Ghosts of night share my room.
Forms without shapes
wander through this liminal space
that not even my loved ones can enter –
veiled, shrouded, encumbered.
I carry this place with me in the dark,
a ghost room filled with silent shadows
fluttering image remnants
straying fragments of auroral light –
desire, memory, prayer and
sometimes,
wraithlike breaths of cold fear,
I can almost hear as I lay awake
in the dead calm of night.

Portland, Oregon – January 2016