Dark Dreams

Dark Dreams

A Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)
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creatures of the night

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Amethyst rings on long skeletal fingers
Onyx nails as black as jet
Scent of jasmine and sulphur…mixes and lingers
Held hostage enmeshed in black satin net
…She tirelessly haunts my nights…

Green eyes that glow with an aura of fire
And pierce the darkest of night
Cheekbones fashioned of tight-woven wire
Eyebrows of alabaster white
…May God grant she not taunt me tonight…

Her body the epitome of feminine grace
feral, feline quality…sultry and restrained
With skin soft and smooth as silken Chantilly lace
Her expression enigmatic and unfeigned
…Stay away I pray…in peace let me lay…

Solid walls do not stay you
Nor even delay you
O creature of dreams…made real
I need only…one night to be lonely
One night my sleep you won’t steal

Please leave me to sleep 
Alone, long and deep
Oh creature of the night
…Unreal…

© 2019 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)


Author's Note

David O Whalen  (O Haolin in Celtic)
I've not been sleeping well of late!

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Added on February 24, 2019
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David O Whalen  (O Haolin in Celtic)
David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)

Las Vegas, NV



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Born in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..

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