~ THE WATCHER ~

Out of the night that covers me
Like enlarged veins, that color my skin
Ever in my head and held within
I can feel you there
An attentive daughter
A wily watcher
Protecting against the pilgrim born
To be the ever-seeker
Where the ethereal
Dares to deliver my death a dirge
In this one-act play
Where
The Watcher cries freedom
From deep within a future
A final curtain
From life's solemn coolness
Like shadows falling down
Down on me
Holding my hand
Like living in limbo
I can feel you there
The Watcher,
Loose,
Inside my head...