Waking up with a start

as I hear a whisper in my ear

my name on the wind.

You are the haunt, clothed

but faceless, gaunt

speaking hymns to the wind.

I was standing like a stall

on the edge, intentions small

every breath is closing in.

You drive me to the landscape

an undoing place, I can’t see

unable to grasp the life buoy, given.