The Reflection Pool

I sleep each night with
the light beside my bed
on, so fearful of that
velvet curtain and what
it may bring.

I walk though in the dark
hearing the cries of
souls lost, searching for
their own places in this
harsh world of human
desires and jealousies.

This one of mine, possess
it I may not, sails the airs
wailing for my place and
my gifts before the flesh
has rotted from our
human forms and our
souls stay lost forever.

Step lively on this eve,
this night of all souls.
The fate of the stars
cannot be undone and
still I search, still I wait.