Phantom

I slipped out in the night.

The night the lake freezes over.

It was a shadow that woke me.

"I won't hurt you."

He doesn't want you to fear him.

Such a kind of phantom

listening from the edge of a place.

He listened for the unspoken,

like a kept-secret.

Staining the later hours,

it came down to desires or

to what daylight delivers.

Without shame or fear,

I'm calling for a change in heart.

A ray of reality!