Something’s different;
Something’s changed;
I can feel it reaching in
with each dying day.
I can feel it thinly coiling
as a snake around my heart.
But the day it stops confining me,
Is the day I meet the dark.
I have only found
what the maker’s told,
in a hardcover bound,
in a Paper tome.
but it has no answers
for what I seek.
only faded letters
to the end of the leaves.
Now it’s quiet;
now it’s calm.
The evening has come;
The Light is almost gone.
I can hear it on th’orizon
sing its lonely swansong.
I can feel the notes reaching for me.
They travel on the air like a night-bound ark
And the day it lands upon my shore
Is the day I meet the dark
Is the dark good or bad?
ReplyDeleteYou're the judge of that :)
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