Night Song
Crystal Calhoun
In the cool of the eve when the wind blows free
Airy child-voices whisper to me,
Promising things from my most secret dreams
To come when the night is not what it seems.
Wandering paths through the forest in Fall
Are soul-chilling spirits and small things that crawl
While out from the eaves drifts a song light and eerie,
Drawing in victims careworn and foot-weary.
With lengthening shadow the whispered song grows;
From some distant place a lost creature lows
And listeners pause, their spirits grown chill
While their feet dance to airs woven by spectres' will.
Then, in midnight's deep darkness, lit dimly by stars,
The moon's glow imprisoned by strong cloudy bars,
Ghost voices trap victims in spider-thin nets
Strung out on the pathways o'er ground dewy-wet.
But as up from the east ridge a line of gold creeps,
And up from the tree-branches bright plumed birds leap
The chorus fades back among gray trunk and grass
To wait for the darkness -- silent at last.
Author Bio
Crystal Calhoun is, among other troublesome things, both an unknown and a dreamer-philosopher. Presently she is a student at the University of South Florida, and pondering several properly useless majors.
It seems to be in her blood to harbor inescapable hopes, generally of finally stumbling across a companion who will give her the choice of being rescued, or of rescuing herself, but who will see her rescued no matter what. Most of all, she defies being defined in a single paragraph -- or indeed a single lifetime -- for always in motion is her future!
Other poems by Crystal
Dream Eternity
He Swears
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