shadow dancing
one hour past midnight
the clock tapped me on the shoulder
and i opened my eyes
laying there in the dark
staring at the wall coming to life
with silent apparitions dancing to the rhythm
of the outside breeze
which filtered into the room
slightly chilling my hands and feet
i was too scared to move
and wondered if the time had come
to travel with the company
wondered if the players
would pull me out of the bed
and carry me away out through the window
into the never-ending night
where i would become a shadow
dancing on someone else’s wall
november two thousand twelve
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Ahh very good. Spooky, a clock tapping on your shoulder I feel in my core.
Thank you, Björn
players of night taking you to a different world..so well expressed….
Thank you so much
A treasure chest of finely-crafted words shared with the world; thank you.
thank you so much KJ