Where the Branches Reach

 

Webs dangling over me,

An entrapment plain to see.

Fingers as long as branches sway,

Calling me softly into sleep's embrace.

Dark figures gather, silent and slow,

Luring me where lost shadows go.

Their whispers linger in the evening air,

While moonlight fades without a prayer.

Frozen beneath their sight unseen,

My soul suspended between what was and what has been.