a proud old building
tired now but a doorway still
to deep mysteries
a proud old building
tired now but a doorway still
to deep mysteries
dim puddled starlight
trapped in pools of rainwater
a muddy sidewalk
something brought me here
to this place i do not know
fragrant, strange and still
ineluctable
modality of starlight
mine, if nothing else
so this is the bridge
i crossed it once long ago
strange it is still here
lost in faded light
and dappled shadow she waits
for another day
a gate left open
and the path leads to a strange
and forgotten place
fiery reflections
glow from tired empty windows
the source is unknown
sparkling twilight
on gently rippled water
a lone seabird calls
spilled wine and ashes
from last nights soaring display
the cleaning crew comes