We fumble through the chill of night's silence, trace the strangeness of skin 'til it becomes familiar again, 'til we remember the words, find our way back to the warmth of something that resembles love...
6/5/09 Debbie Berk
Poetry
Premonition
Somewhere hidden in the quiet of this nervous calm something sinister waits to wake...... the chaos of a haunting noise that lingers for now only the worried whisper of a maddening hush of ghosts...... that rise and hover __Mysterious in the heavy fog of this shy light moving slowly through an eerie stillness__ as a Warning of the Darkness that is to come......
11/04/09 Debbie Berk
Before Sleep The Dreamer Dreams
Passing like a swift breeze we hang our dreams high and bury our hopes deep that we may someday reach, dig our way to the stars before we are one with the worm and there is only bare earth to hold the shadow of our bones, only stone to remember the name of our ghost......