Beside old waters ~ Niamh's Pond

Ticklish footsteps upon the leaves
Gentle daydreams such are these
Visions of a green eyed lady amongst the trees

I walk

Feet heavy from sitting in class
Wandering sleepily through the park
The dark moth flying low over the pond
Fears the longing of the lurking bass

I stop

Deep into the woods I've come
Too far for most
Too close for some
To the egde of the lily littered pond

Spidersilk breathing across my neck
I drop my books and turn to check

nothing there

Laying back upon the grass
I sigh and read and gently pass
minutes into hours
Reading the pages marked as history's glass

mirror

A whisper climbs up my neck
Through my hair
Across my cheek
And into my ear

I shudder

and look up

Invisible pebbles upon the pond
Like rose petals tasting the end of air
Water's border bends with the mark of toes
My books forgotten at the sight of footprints upon the pond

eerie ripples chasing the shore

As if the wind were to walk just so
I watch the footprints continue on and go
From water to land
My breath hiding deep within my lungs
This fear I know and understand

My eyes my mind I do expect
To see and be shown
And such is my pride, this thin veneer
Torn apart by this haunting whisper

in my ear

So you are the boy who dreams of me at night...