Curtains Dawn Poem by GRANT FRASER

A fresh start!
new heart
head & boulders,
ghost smothered!

Like dark Storr
way up in Skye,
frozen,
yet remorseless,

Surveying time,
waiting to empy
of useless mind,
thorns prick -
but pain is mortal,

Fear has a body,
mind, mine,
hold to secret,
perturbation, -
and the rest,
required, to still
these phantoms!

At waking they
get up too,
in socks & curtains,
Sun poking thru!
daylight comes apart,

A light still on
in the boardroom,
a wife asleep,
laptop burning!
dog circling...

Where is the formula? ,
there is none,
at least for you...
and the patterns?