the curtains

the shadow of a horses ghost flies surreptitiously past my window
yet i know i must sleep with the curtains open
it is simple
i am afraid of the dark
and i long for the morning
i want to know when it comes
i want to know it is there
so even in my sleeping
in the time my soul has to be independent of my body
in the time i surrender to natures kind nurse
i must know all the fears
plaguing me
dancing like demons across this night
have faded in the morning light that graces the cracked window sill
i will sleep with the curtains open