Bedtime Sorrows

Gone the day, restless day!
Phantoms rustle in the hall,
And at their ease, disturb my peace
With muttering and footfall.

"For Heaven's sake!" I cry, awake.
"I blink. I yawn. I turn. I pine!
You keep such hours, such morbid hours!
Would that you'd save mine!"

George Chadderdon © 1995