Alone In The Dark

Who hasn't sat in the dark
Alone
Intently watching the shadows
of daylight's familiar things?

Who hasn't sat in the dark
Alone
Listening to the low hum
of electricity

Wondering
whose steps are those
outside my window

If you haven't sat in the dark
Alone
Then maybe you're lucky
Then again maybe you're not

Comfort comes in darkness.
Shadows conceal,
Imagination explores
Darkness can open doors

I sit in the dark
Naked, Wondering
Listening, Waiting
Alone

SHOWERS

It’s tiny teardrops bursting and falling to the ground; a small black cloud shivers lonely in the sky. The wind begins to howl and the sky turns to Grey. Soon, more tiny black clouds will be coming our way.

Drop. Drop. Drop. Pitter. Pitter. Patter.

The music plays so loud that it turns into a clatter. There are puddles everywhere so we must all tread with care. Liquid in vivid motion so we must beware.

Damp musty clothing hanging in the hall; warm toasty oven waiting for us all. Someone’s making cocoa. Someone sweet and kind; to help relieve the dampness that’s crept into my mind.

Still outside the teardrops fall in step with time. Slowly getting louder and seemingly unkind. Then outside it rumbles sparks ignite the sky. Inside someone near me slowly starts to cry.

“Hush” I say, “Dear small one don’t worry oh so much. The teardrops they can’t hurt you. I love you dear.” And such. Then finally the dark clouds continue on their way. Dark foreboding big clouds who’ll come back another day. Till then my dear don’t worry

“Don’t worry dear” I say. “I’ll stay with you my darling. I’ll stay with you always.”

SHADOWS

I walk along and what do I see

But the shadows of the future calling me

I turn around and what do I find

But the shadows of the past are on my mind

People tell me that what I see

Are just images playing with me

But I tell them I tell them that

Shadows are real if you want them to be

They’re something quite extraordinary

The places and people you’re longing to see

They’re not at all imaginary

But just between you and me

I know they’re the things I’m longing to see

I know they’re the things I imagine quite well

Are they the truth or can I tell