The broken glass looking through the wandering eyes in the dark,
and shadows of the dark ages of life-
and more of this moment in time.
Like a dream, writing of a song of the dark shadows,
in spirits of a ghost- many, many mirror frames
like a owl of the night…
or is it a raven in the wild?
and the way of the full moon – recalling the epic moon of All Hallow’s Eve
Halloween night- so epic and so ‘being alive’, and being ‘out there’,
and ‘living it up’ !
In circles and circling- going like a blank space
like a memory that stays with you forever…
but never say “forever” … until a never-after