Dreaming in the time of phantoms
your soul became the prisoner of your mind
no broken shards of self left to find
among the wreckage of broken lives
and shadows that haunted you
Here amid the ancestral hallways
your soul hovers
lured by the call of a drowning siren’s song
whose chorus repeat and repeats
on an infinite loop
coiling its
meandering pathway through your inner body
ancient pain resonates
beneath the cover of bones
of love one’s passed
unknown to your kin
But when one is born
who senses the presence of these ghosts
haunting may lead
to healing
even as the call of phantoms
takes time to loosen its hold
For there are spirits who will not rest
until the suffering of the dead
finds recompense
within the lives of those
whose soul hears
the summoning cry
the call of phantoms
Emerging From The Dark Night 