When the setting of a chill
re-awakes in your spine
and the shadows move over,
move over your head drowning
Where have all the birds gone?
I'm calling now in the turbulent wind
If silence is here and the dusk slips
slips so slowly now.
Who are the creatures of the night?
You can almost hear them whisper
and sense their stay.
They are there, arent they?
In the light of the sun
with lawnmowers,
childhood noises,
shoelaces undone
cast a thought, drifting away
When the dawning of the night
creeps apon so still.
Irrational fears, dart across the ceiling
like moths across a titled light.
And the cold breath of a million souls
at seperate times
give harsh, raging whispers
playing like an old record
in a seperate room that night.
In the ballroom where time repeats
hear a million occasions through time,
time again; play on that night.
So many whispers
an eerie roar now.
Still feel the cold icey breath
against pale bare neck.
Swafts of cloud
where the dead meets the living.
Hello Darkness.
I cant see you.