Who's There?

i feel sorrow coming towards

me like a slow slamming door

lord, let me sleep through these

raging eyeless storms

i forgot how to dream the

second i grew up

my nights are dark gloss

movie screens, no subtitles

just quiet murmurs like cars

driving down oceanside highways

straining to hear what isn't

there i watch lightning, sheets of rain

strike the cliff edge over my

heart

god i miss it, being a child

knowing who stood

behind which doors, what full color

dreams fed the hours i wanted

to spend awake