The night is soft against my skin
The stars are dim and chill
The evening settles quietly
Beyond the window sill
I listen to the rippled sound
Of choppers in night flight
The pulsing rhythms of the blades
A heartbeat in the night
The silence of a crescent moon
Backlights the Douglas Firs
And in my tame, domestic heart
Something primal stirs.
Something wild and haunted stirs
Within my fearful breast
And though I close my eyes to sleep
I know I’ll find no rest
The darkness reaches out to me
To something in my heart
I know that I won’t give in yet…
But this is just the start.
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