at that time of the night—
she was awakened by her own ghosts
Smoke from her candle of thoughts
slowly covers her morning sky
Thoughts dance in front of her eyes
as she twists and turns unable to sleep
like a serpent lost in the dark woods
She might awaken the sparrows
far away in the garden
as he sleeps in his other world
He writes serenades in his dreams—
perhaps this is the real ghost
that's keeping her awake