This is for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge
This came after a sleepless night filled with strange dreams.
The water shimmers in the morn
Foggy glimmers as day is born
Shadowy creatures from me torn
A fading form, a fading form
That fading form, from blackest night
Dreamy vision, sighs with the light
Then from the wat’ry mist I sight
A ghost in flight, a ghost in flight.
The ghost in flight, tossed from my sleep
A dream-born stranger from the deep
Rising slowly, an upwards creep
A vow to keep, a vow to keep
A vow to keep, to see your smile
To travel thither and a mile
To undergo the nightmare trial
And yet meanwhile, and yet meanwhile
And yet meanwhile, I see your smile.