The Nightly Invasion

Ghost giggles on silent feet
A thought interrupted
Now competes
with glimpse of mother’s eyes
Past, present and future
Sapphire re-inherited from clay.

Coal-tint mop given way to
mobile summer corn
Sudden flirting, stillness, to fleeting, stifled, yawn
Hidden and expectantly explicit
pseudo-silence
hoping for attention.

Settled anew into yielding lap
Precursed to luxury, coddling
the eye’s
epicanthic denouement
‘til sack-carried
upward to dampen the folds with
soon-sticky sleep.

© 2005 Kahdoosch