above the water

in the still
of the night
the phantoms wreathe
above the water


they retire
as day creeps
lume by lume
until they are hidden

and the brightness
for a short while

the brightness rules
for a short while

night will fall
for the phantoms
to recall their misty shapes

they feed on the cold
on the night
on the heart

unraveling tendrils
they touch
they take

denser in the night
the phantoms wreathe
in the dark of your dreams
above the water


Poem #540 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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