Edward Clapham Poet Verse

I Fear the Night

I fear the night

I fear the night;
When thoughts of you
Stalk me like a ghostly hunter,
Eager for a taste of my soul.
Armed with Eros’ arrows
They come unheralded, treading
Silently; bowstring taut and
Softly humming in the flow of 
My mind. 
Sleep retreats, respectful of 
Your presence, waiting patiently
To step forward and take my
Soul into her bosom, that 
I may escape into the fantasy
That you care still, and think
Of me as I do of you. Dreams;
Imaginary lives full of hope,
That evaporate with the dawn, 
And the hunter steals away, 
To plan anew the downfall of 
My mind.
The clatter of the day drowns 
Out your presence; except
Brief moments, when the hunter
Stares at me, bow hung loose
At her side, confident I shall
Be waiting at nightfall. Then
I again wait in anticipation
Of your presence in
My mind. And

I fear the night.

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