Sighs At Midnight

hushed sighs fill the twilight
dead hours softly they sing
still water over stone and rock
deep in the mindless part of night
when roams the soul and speaks to darkness where light has no dominion.

reflected in the mirror___
sounds and shapes appear
reality distorted, are they there?
plaintive cries against the knocking come
ah, the mistress of mortal shades prevails
as one upon one the forms comely acquiesce.

moving to music unheard...
the pipes of pan sound forth
while dance they may amid the shadows
faces blacker then hell___blacker still
swirl and spin dizzily they spin
eyes shut tight you mind unhinged brims with fear
oh, sweet Savior, how long to morns first light?

fear speaks ever shrilly in grave unhallowed tones
reality twists and turns in the wild kingdom, ancient of old___
make an end to this illusion, this romance with the night
reconcile this relic where dawn has no hold....
black the dirt ever heaves and moves now to cover me.