For a moment our hands reached out into darkness
and it seemed we might take hold of something
hold it up to the light and say ‘we found it’...
Through the crowd a familiar face smiles
and though it beckons me to sit at its table
share a drink and play a hand of cards or two...
A doorway empty and charred awaits
Look in and see what you left behind
Forgotten on the path to rapture...
When night falls, a prophet roams the streets
And all who hear his voice close their doors, shutter their windows—
Barricade against the call to arms
The challenge of a mind that sees beyond the wall.
It was only for a breath that I saw you
Your shadow passed behind some silhouetted appliance and was gone
And the words I meant to say to you sprang out across the chasm
With never an inkling chance that you would ever hear them...
I drew back the curtain and there was a face in the window
Staring in at my life with unblinking apathy
Night’s halo around that wide-eyed smile
The mouth of a fiend; he looked like he might be lonely
So I invited him inside for some company...
This is the crossroads of a million worlds
A place to rest at the end of all paths
In a living ocean of thoughts and dreams
The street is lined with silent watchers
A spectacle of starlight above and below the horizon
Where their minds live, where their souls dream...
I’ve seen this back alley before
In the haze of a dream world, though awake
These blinding lights strike me as familiar
Behind the door up ahead a staircase descends
Into an underworld that awaits my return
A red robe discarded, limp and empty on the marble floor
The hand that dropped it rests atop a hidden altar
And the voices of revellers echo through the halls
Where fires once burned, but all is now dark
Campfires aren’t allowed here
So I’m huddled beside a tiny stove
A single blue flame for warmth, a headlamp for light,
And the black wall of a wild forest
Like a wave waiting to crash over me.
New ways open in the darkness around
Tempting away from the path through night
When the shadow passed overhead, I despairedAlthough it wasn’t as painful as I’d hopedThere was no fanfare to announce its arrivalOnly a slow crawl toward emptiness as the fog grew thickNo warning sounded as the shades darkenedPassion fading to grey ink stains on a tattered membraneCracked shells of hatched memory scattered behind the curtainThis path… Continue reading Darkening Day
This couch is our throne in shadowSeeping through the open windowsPooling on the carpet and hiding us from the world.It’s too easy to believe in evil at times like this.Melt with me into the nightAnd let us hope we disappear togetherLost to the world—or fleeing it.Who will chase us before the way back is closed?The… Continue reading Symphony of Two