Wind so howling
cracked and broken windowpane,
I rested somberly
and drifted off to sleep,
see the lovely fields of prairie grass beneath my feet –
to smell the black and fertile loam
the place that once I called my home.
Then came the first
of dreams that
will haunt my nights and days as well,
of people long past knowing me
and I of them
in such a way that I could be so curious.
I drifted off to doze but only for a while,
it came to mind
a long and lonely thought
that stirred my sleepy memory.
that simple times could come to past
and yet could be so glum –
and in that haze –
that foggy mist
we call the night –
would come to me
could bring so much
of happiness and glee.
I could not wait
and back to sleep I fell to chase the memory.
All through my sleep and into dawn
when finally break the night,
then smiled did I at knowing that –
lost within the darkness of my mind –
are past remembered times
that come to me
that haunt my night.
(copyright 2013, Mitch Battese)