Behind My Sight

It's bedtime once again My knuckles showing white Bed clothes gripped in fear Behind my eyelids sight There will come a day When the silver bird will fall Scraping building tops Human deathly en-thrall It has been so many years Since the little girl has gone She's below that darkened shed In the caravan park where I belonged She screams like one of old From a far dark distant prairie In hide with the running masses Buffalo in full run scary And then we turn to tomorrow To other visions I have seen I am no Nostradamus And I am no in between I have the fear of touch To tell you where you've been If I break of communication I can tell what you've not seen For those who cross my path I see their future in my view Behind my sight I see More than me and you It's my bedtime once again My knuckles are showing white If you crossed my path today Will you ever sleep tonight http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-4.php