Kayla in Kentucky

I see her huddled at the foot of my bed

Long black hair covers her face, arms stretched towards my feet

Skin splotched gray and green as the dead

She reaches and tugs at my sheets

My heart aches and fills with dread

I cannot move, I cannot breathe

The ghost at the edge of my bed

I feel fear and defeat

I must reach the light

She has come to kill me

This feels like the last of my nights

She starts to climb towards me

She moves closer

I struggle to reach the lamp

I cannot move

My skin hot and damp

I cannot look away

Her white dress spattered with decay

My arms find their strength  

In the morning, I hear his lonely coo

Reaching far from the trees

His lament echoes in the breeze

His impeccable wings drip with morning dew

His music reaches none of his own

Singing ‘till the end, all alone

His soft brown feathers rolling off the rain

Singing for nothing to gain

His lonely heart ringing in song

A life alone is long

He sings through the sorrow 

From the morning until tomorrow

I hear him throughout the sun and ice

He sings once then twice

He sang all throughout the Fall

No answer to his call

Winter draws near

And the frost is what he’ll fear

For he will be singing in the cold

None there to huddle or hold

His song is a glory to behold 

It becomes lost to silence

I watch them sway; the beautiful pine

And see her shining from behind

I smell their aroma in the night air

There is no other place I’d rather be than there

I float above my mind

The music flows as I lose all time

The wind blows and the needles begin to scatter and shake

The pine; they bend and do not break

The moon; she shimmers so bright

I can feel her in the coolness of the night

I drown in her silver beams