The tolling of the bell
brings the boatman.
One last look…
as I shut out the night.
With candle in hand
I search the stories…
Listening to the voices
of times gone by.
I seek answers
I hope I never find
to questions unspoken.
I lock myself inside
my own dreamscape.
Lights and shadows
take on new meaning
under an eerie moon.
Chased by something
without a name…
I drift into a nightmare.
Secrets unfolding
as subtle as fog rolls in…
Do I see what I see?
Silhouettes beckon me
to open the doors…
Within I find
the shadows return
to their rightful places.
The music is silenced
With the rising of the sun.
©March 8, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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