Having not written anything for a number of years I thought it was time to dust off the old work and see what people think. Comments most welcome.
I remember those moments, When a whispering shadow could power my dream, Yet.... From yesterday's lightless place; Death lived as my secret desire.
Out in the open, under cover of moon. The scene for a meeting to be over soon. Follow the path move amongst the trees. Wait for the moment that you will seize. Moving slowly, a dead twig snaps.
Here I stand 'twist the cup and the lip. My mind in a whirl, an hallucinary trip. Cast into outer darkness, away from it all. Afraid of the outcome, afraid of the fall.