Whispers

Hear them in the still of the night,
Coming from over yonder hillocks,
Through the cold empty stilled air,
Hallucinations of the nightmared,

Summoning the beasts within each,
Raging demons under a starless sky,
Blackened out is the spherical wanderer,
A cricket's song breaks the quiet,

Maddened dance of lidless eyes,
Yellow glowing through the pitch,
A flash upon the distant horizon,
False vision of frost reflections,

Distant crowing signals sunrise,
Winking 'n' blinking the eyes vanish,
Another fearfully disturbed night,
Distant voice speaks "Up the dosage".

Brian Paul Sullivan © 2007