I wish I had the voice to say
Things I thought in a certain way
Raise a feeling without any delay
Crushing my feet made of clay
Yet laying here waiting for thunder
Appears a vision, awakens my slumber
Yet nothing is there, nothing kept under
As darkness smiles, awaiting to plunder
Branches they mingle, leaves do touch
This makes no sense yet still they rush
To break the bough, and things as such
Never leaving, never knowing too much
My bed it chills, the floor it quakes
My breathe is shallow, nerves it takes
To turn my head, not wanting to awake
The fear of darkness, oh yes, it awaits
Waving its arm with joy as if to tease me
Touching each other, I know it sees me
Yet talking out loud, the reason? Yes to seize me
Now quiet it is, so daunting and silent to hear me
Shedding its skin, it taps on the glass
From top to bottom suddenly they pass
To the ground it lay, soon to amass
Covering the ground, escape lost on the grass
Left here alone the roof it does cover
Waving its arms and calling another
To walk up the rafters, and me I mutter
Ever so quietly, my mind a mix, a mix of sear clutter
I await this out as I dare not to move
For it keeps waving its arms as if to prove
How the years has made it so big and so true
Dropping the disguise, to fields of frost, away it flew
There is much silence, having lost its green cloak
Yet sleeping without movement I dare not invoke
For others now came arrayed in pure white it spoke
The cold is now here, with chilled feelings I suddenly awoke
