Wild nights

Wild nights, wild nights,
Dancing like the witches of Macbeth…
I intoxicate
With haunting, simmering images
Of my beloved.
I dread and cower
Behind a spineless heart
That beats erratic.
My palms sweat and I gasp,
And the wild night
Snatches the last respite.
Wild nights, wild nights
Burning like witches oil,
The slimy dead surround,
And the two devils at dice
For my poor soul.
Wild nights, wild nights,
Ah! Such ghastly sights.
My beloved
Lies dead.
And the whole sea lights.

(A 'Stream of Consciousness' poem)
References:

1. Macbeth
2. Rime of Ancient Mariner

                   -25 April, 2003, Calcutta 63