Vigil For No One (poetry)

All night I sat by the window
waiting for no one to come
the impulse spun a silver thread
my hope was hanging from
then a shadow in the street outside
it raised a misty hand
and I waved back as though it was
some signal no one planned

I heard a footstep cross my heart
a heel ground in my soul
extinguishing those wisps of doubt
I’d fought with to control
I fancied a faint tremble shook
the floor beneath my feet
and then a far voice lullaby-ed
so tender, soft and sweet

I swear it was not any dream
I’d had before or since
I’ve pondered on it many times
and constantly convince
myself I must be patient for
whatever comes or not
the future’s hanging from a thread
the past is all we’ve got

The past that stalks the sleeping hills
and whispers from the graves
telling tales of darkness and
the final light that saves
It’s chilly while the window’s left
wide open for the dawn
to slip in bringing scraps of news
from no one on the lawn