Restless Night Poem by David Taylor

It was deep in the night
with the sound of the wind
as it whistled and rattled
through my window within.
The shadows were creeping
and casting about.
In the distance of darkness
a wolf gave a howl that called out.
Do not forget me
and don't ever doubt
that I will be waiting
around and about.
It was deep in the night
and my thoughts ran on wild
to the places I feared
when I was a child.
The shapes in the mist
as they came and they went
I never did know
what menace they meant.
An atmosphere charged
with a feeling within
of a darkness that comes
in the absence of light
when the wind in my mind
makes a swirling of thoughts
and sleep will not take me
to that place that has nought.