Night Visitor

Turning in a restless sleep,
He dreams a diner late at night,
Two players at a board
Playing in the corner.

Himself, he's lifting up
A half-full cup to his mouth.
A whirlpool pulls the fluid out,
Spinning through the bottom.

He shifts and feels the room collapse,
And startled into wakefulness,
He looks with bleary eyes
At the foot of his bed.

A head, two arms, and body there,
Waving a rapier slowly, side to side.
And challenging this shade,
`Who are you?' he cries.

The visitor gives no reply,
Melting out of sight.
The dreamer, wide awake now,
Still asking, `Who are you?'

©2016 Michael Fraley

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