As I slept in the calm darkness of night,
There came a sad crying sound very slight,
From somewhere beyond my nightmare’s keeping.

As I lay in my still repose the sound
Came like spirit drifting from all around,
From somewhere to disturb my night’s sleeping.

I roused myself with bare feet on cold floor
Listening intently heard it once more,
A moan, a painful crying in the night,
So I moved through the house turning on light.

The crying came from an old unused room,
Of memories and dust like an old tomb;
The darkness not pierced due to burnt out light,
From this dark came that crying in the night.

Crying sounds exuded where nothing should,
Where there were just some old chests from childhood,
Things put away from times so long ago

All that was there was a chest from childhood,
Spirits of childhood pain echoed from that,
But inside was only my silly cat.