.5. Wandering Spirit Poem by David Threadgold

In the deepest dead of night
When nothing living stirs
I know that I am sleeping
But still this thing occurs

I sense that I am floating
And see myself in bed
The feeling doesn’t bother me
I know that I’m not dead

Walls cannot confine me
I simply float straight through
Across the local countryside
Up in the sky dark blue

No one else can see me
They look right through my being
To view what’s on the other side
Will be all they are seeing

I know my spirit wanders
But only in the night
And always gets home well in time
Before it breaks daylight


© 2008 David Threadgold
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