Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Woman in Black

The woman in black
walks the streets at night
unseen by the towns people
sleeping unaware.

From the mists of the past,
she is out of her element
and out of her time, yet
she is unable to find rest.
She cries out to a humanity
unable to comprehend.

She walks the streets
in the dark--alone
and searches for something
that she can not find
because it is not in the night.

She wanders, restless, then
evaporates with the first light,
hidden, yet existent,
like the tiny specs of dust
that are only seen
in the bright sunshine.

2 comments:

S.L. Corsua said...

Brimming with mystery. I especially liked the impact (and timing/placing) of the last line of the third stanza. Cheers.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks! Thanks so much for stopping by!

Poems © Gemma W. Wilson