startled wakened in a scream
threatened breath
strangled dream
yet i lay me down again
a soul to keep
from terror ends
finding morning’s choir of love
hymns of peace
with eyes of God.
photography alexander yakovlev
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monsters
The Beast
I saw the Beast who bolted
through my safely tucked repose
and I heart racing with breath catching
awaken, now exposed.
Was he there from set of sun, joined in this space I slept?
Did I so warm this nightly Beast within my bed caressed?
I alone will wonder now as dusk blows through to day
what creature comfort darkens night and lays me down, I pray.
