Wednesday, October 13, 2010


©  Gloria Smith 2010

And now the day draws to a close
It begs me Dear take your repose
Darkness fast encroaches
While the witching hour approaches
Wolves howl and spirits prowl
October's chill and Halloween's thrill
Leaves crunch, squirrels munch
On hickory nuts and such
The moon shudders and pulls her
Cloud cover tighter 'neath her chin
Jack-o-lanterns grin with delight
In the pitch black of a fall night
I lean upon my window sill 
And try to spy some strange sight
When I see that all is still I pray
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

Thursday, October 07, 2010


© Gloria Smith 2010

Oh midnight... orgies of thought rest in thee
Leaving me wrestling with store bought time
I stand in the glistening noon of night listening
To the muted hum of life barely hiding in the day
But in the hush of midnight wisdom comes 
Whispering... wooing me to her hallowed halls
As night time falls with wild and wondrous delight
Mysterious magical voices call my spirit out of me
The broken moon smiles at Heaven; frowns at Hell
Not all souls cherish the bed; only the dead or dying
Let me run in the night... hot breath playing on cold air
Nostrils flaring with dark hair streaming in wild winds
I search for love as for a black cat in a deep well
That isn't there, and I must truly tell you all for naught
I fought for it but it could not be stolen or bought
I borrowed it; wrapped it around me as a thin blanket
Almost enough to keep me warm but the chill remained
Just a glimpse of immortality do I spy before I see
Dawn breaking in and I awake daydreaming once again