In the late 80's I responded to a request to submit a poem for a poetry anthology. It may have been one of those promotions whereby if you submit a poem to the anthology you can get a discount on the entire book itself. I never got the book, so I don't remember what the name of the anthology is. I am including what I submitted— so if you ever find the anthology you can say you know who wrote these poems.
Light shines through the window and sparkles the floor
while shadows fall and darken the old oak door.
Windless howling screams through the night
people awake in bed feeling uptight.
A lightened hall opens gently into bloom
an unlocked door into a fallen room
Though night flows quickly into day
as far as we could say we could see no more.
A reflection off glass finds light anew
as shudders fade into a meaningless skew.
A silence that grows within the hour
as movement stirs under its only power.
The sea of blackness is quickly dispersed
from the night we thought was ever cursed
We awake to find our lives again
and only then do we see the dew.