The Specter

These nights reminisce older ones,

deep blue cold ones;

glittering with the new fallen dew

of a rookie love,

I’m haunted by the dusk sun.

Windows? Avast ye!

Let the breeze blow in,

let it corrupt my body pure sweat

to tiny hills of white

spattered across my canvas Earth.

These nights are pieces of me;

it’s mid autumn, halfway between

green trees and men.

The forest is black at night.

I found you there, left you,

but I was followed in

cracked canopied ceilings.

You novelty! You demon!

Hang in my closet like cursed fabric;

I’d sooner burn you than commune.

These nights end, most importantly.

So I lie awake, briefly, to nestle in catacombs,

and to enjoy their warmth.

Closing my eyes I see her,

my phantom.

Let me grab my blankets 

here, now,

you specter and allow me sleep;

I’ve fallen to pattern again

and I go, the hope of a dawn sun in grasp

cradled under cage locked fingers.

The gods of a crystallized night sky fade,

and I wish I could remember 

what it was like to feel their heat.

About the Author

Ryan Repholz is an English/Secondary Education Major and a Junior at Arcadia University. While interested in a variety of forms of creative writing, he finds the most fun and fulfillment in writing poetry. He hopes to teach English Literature and Creative Writing at the High School and one day the Collegiate level.