Prokosch, Dr Frederic - Chosen Poems – The Dolls
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
I found them lying on the shore,
Sweet shapes, pearl lipped and crescent eyed;
Night after night their hands implore
Pathetic mercies at my side.
They reach into my secret night
With pale and terrifying arms
And offer in a dark delight
Their subtle suicidal charms.
Gently they sigh into my mind
Wild words half uttered, half unsaid,
And when I dream of death I find
Small tears of glass upon my bed.
They are the children of desire,
They live on fear, they are my deep
And buried thoughts with eyes of fire,
They are the furies of my sleep.