In the first of my sleep

He was standing over me,

Awaiting my slumber.

I could not see

Him, left to wonder

Who was watching.

I tried to rise

Wiping sleep from my eyes.

From my weary brain

I was not able to refrain

From searching for some man

Who was watching me,

In the first of my sleep.

07/30/2008

Author's Note: ... my house appears to be haunted...

Posted on 07/30/2008
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