Walking Past Midnight
Posted: 29 Mar 2013, 03:49
Walking Past Midnight (revision #3)
He runs ahead into the night.
The bodiless phosphorescence--
reflection of countless tiny stars
falling--covers the ground in light.
I follow dark stars in the snow
to an open field beyond trees;
we two, the only living beings
in sight. The unlit houses bare
faceless mirrors staring back
like a coven of somnambulists.
Reluctantly, I yell for him, afraid
I will awaken sleepers. We run,
instinctively, to the back door,
shaking the snow from our bodies.
Shoe and paw prints disappearing,
a moment's presence buried.
Walking Past Midnight (revision #2)
He runs ahead into the night.
The bodiless phosphorescence--
reflection of countless tiny stars
falling--covers the ground in light.
I follow dark stars in the snow
to an open field beyond trees;
we two, the only living beings
in sight. The unlit houses bare
faceless mirrors staring back
like a coven of somnambulists.
Reluctantly, I yell for him, afraid
I will awaken sleepers. We run,
instinctively, to the back door,
shaking the snow from our bodies.
Foot and paw prints disappearing,
a moment's presence buried.
Walking Past Midnight (new title per workshop suggestion)
He runs ahead into the night.
The bodiless phosphorescence
is a reflection of countless tiny stars
falling, covering the ground in light.
He's not listening to my entreaties.
I follow dark stars in the snow
to an open field beyond trees;
we two, the only living beings
in sight. The unlit houses bare
faceless windows staring back
like a coven of somnambulists .
Reluctantly, I yell for him, afraid
I will awaken sleepers. We run,
instinctively, to the back door,
shaking the snow from our bodies.
Behind us foot and paw prints
disappearing, a moment's presence
buried in the silent depths of winter.
He runs ahead into the night.
The bodiless phosphorescence--
reflection of countless tiny stars
falling--covers the ground in light.
I follow dark stars in the snow
to an open field beyond trees;
we two, the only living beings
in sight. The unlit houses bare
faceless mirrors staring back
like a coven of somnambulists.
Reluctantly, I yell for him, afraid
I will awaken sleepers. We run,
instinctively, to the back door,
shaking the snow from our bodies.
Shoe and paw prints disappearing,
a moment's presence buried.
Walking Past Midnight (revision #2)
He runs ahead into the night.
The bodiless phosphorescence--
reflection of countless tiny stars
falling--covers the ground in light.
I follow dark stars in the snow
to an open field beyond trees;
we two, the only living beings
in sight. The unlit houses bare
faceless mirrors staring back
like a coven of somnambulists.
Reluctantly, I yell for him, afraid
I will awaken sleepers. We run,
instinctively, to the back door,
shaking the snow from our bodies.
Foot and paw prints disappearing,
a moment's presence buried.
Walking Past Midnight (new title per workshop suggestion)
He runs ahead into the night.
The bodiless phosphorescence
is a reflection of countless tiny stars
falling, covering the ground in light.
He's not listening to my entreaties.
I follow dark stars in the snow
to an open field beyond trees;
we two, the only living beings
in sight. The unlit houses bare
faceless windows staring back
like a coven of somnambulists .
Reluctantly, I yell for him, afraid
I will awaken sleepers. We run,
instinctively, to the back door,
shaking the snow from our bodies.
Behind us foot and paw prints
disappearing, a moment's presence
buried in the silent depths of winter.