In Sleep
I haunt you
in the watches of the night
befuddle, bemuse, betray
your mind, clouded
with sleep.
I hold up a mirror
to your dark interior,
provide a spark
to light your day self.
I am a dream.
September 27, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-10-12 at 01:50
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