I wake while night still fends off day
With darkness. She has been in my dreams.
I’m half-awake; to me it seems
She came to me with something to say.
Whatever message she meant for me
Faded away as I woke up.
I fumble through my dream to grope
For clues she left. It shall not be.
Some claim the dead return to shield
The fragile living against some evil
Or to rescue them from the devil
Who keeps their souls in stranglehold.
I don’t believe the dead ones care
What happens to us living folks.
They’ve written all their history books;
They won’t scribble any more.
I woke in the dark and moonless night.
I dreamed of her as though she stood
Whole beside my rumpled bed
Gowned in cotton and crowned with light.
Nimbus -- Joshua Bronaugh