The Night Went By by Tatiana Pahlen

The Night Went By
By Tatiana Pahlen

Another night I stare at the ceiling,
surrounded by rambling thoughts,
in bed alone with eerie feelings,
I hear your breathing
or is it your ghost?

I shut my eyes and fright takes over,
my soul is conscious in the dark;
I welcome phantoms, fighting shiver —
tallying them up as they cross the river,
greeted by a friendly bark.

I waltz till dawn against shadows
slipping in through closed doors
to hear your voice among faint echoes
and moan your name as the night goes
before the morning alarm awoke.