Sleeping with your shadow
I had a love divine
One that nurtured my faith
I had to pray that it worked
An evening walk
Sweat offered as a pennance
Headphone cords my rosary
And The Decembrists, my choir
Were you afraid
glimpsing into the future
that was better than your past?
Lay it down, let it rest
And we can sleep tonight
Me and a ghost, a willing suffering
Where you slept with your own ghosts
Were you dancing
shimmering christmas lights
that for an evening let you run away?
Resigned, I understand that time is do e
Routine exorcisms performed
Fears allayed, and now I can say, “I’m okay.”
Adam F.C. Fletcher 