The whisper of words by wind through my window woke me,
Though surely nothing, the vanished words had broke me from my slumber,
Such dredge and dreadful wonders I had dreamed that I wonder,
Whether the words were whispered with purpose pulling me up from under,
That mares glare in dreams that can stare and know a soul,
And reveal every part, of both mind and heart, that were as black as coal,
Showing every fear and that dark is a half to every whole.

That night was so cold in reflection of the day,
Wind now abated, though only hesitated ,rustled trees and their leaves as they sway,
Then fell a sinister sound of silence that left me shaken,
With my mind and focus now awakened,
I gazed out at the false summers glow, dimly forged by street light,
Reflecting off the snow forming an orange due and haze but more dull than bright,
Bringing shades and shadows of shapes into sight, that dwell within the night.

Was it these inventions of the light that whispered to me,
Though their lives I bore by my imagination maybe,
But the way they twist and shift so swift,
By natural means forming silhouettes as a gift,
Which now do seem to stay and stare,
And though they bare no eyes I bare their glare,
As they share their dark devices in kind, into the grim and darkest lair that is my mind.

They now in control they drive me beyond my sanity,
To draw me into my own shadows through theirs
Revealing my greed and lust and vanity,
And many other sins that I have carried out,
Though by no means man of god, absolution is what it's about
For which they will not give me now,
As they contort to grins and teeth and claws somehow, they linger
Waiting, as if for something left for me to reveal,
Yet another shadow the hue of light does still conceal,
But from my mind I cannot steal the object of their desire,
Nor what woke me when I was so tired.

But those whispered words are lost to the recesses,
And as their forms decay by light and dark processes,
The mares gallop now distant,
Pulled back and further down within an instant,
Whispers whisk me by wind to sleep,
What a tentative and equal balance that they keep,
Though like the shadows it is the whispered words that I bare,
A way of searching through the chaos of my mind,
and what beneath shadows I may find there.