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Somewhere on the borderland of

mundane and the realm of yonder,

Perched a flicker of time on wings

still of motion, but restless in ponder.

The door doesn't stay open forever

It is bound to no rule or pretext,

Here in the moment now present

but none knows whither in the next.

So while it fleetingly lingered there

a glimpse of an enthralling gateway,

I caught me an eyeful of its glimmer

Before it took wing and got away.

A Lament For Autumn Of 2020: From Deep, Dark Indoors

Dark have been tricks of this year,
No treats, only the flights of fright.

October, what would you have us do,

Make night of day, abyss of night?

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A dying sun reflected 'pon

life it nurtured by the day,

Forbade the mourning of

valediction by its parting ray. 🌇

There's no evening that ends

without promise of new morn,

And it's only in end of a day

that the next one can be born. 🌇

So, in the west's wicker casket

as it lays weary gleam to rest,

It leaves the world still brighter

with the last of its shining best. 🌇

Where There's A Will...There's A Door

Reflections from a merry exchange with a friend on an idle Saturday...

On television today

saw a sombre man.

With grave expression

and so called plan.

"Stay indoors everyone,

world's closed today."

But to be confined,

on a sunny Saturday!?

On a fine day like this,

Mr. Television said,

"Draw the curtains you,

and go back to bed."

So, dear, I turned from

door that's closed today.

Picked up a book and

opened me another doorway.

Water and The Shadow

I heard a telling in a book of old,

"Strong men cast a large shadow,"

I looked at the big tree and the water

And, yes, I decided to give it a go.

Gallons upon gallons I poured on it,

But, as the day rushed to the noon,

My shade grew smaller and smaller

Reduced to a dark blotch very soon.

Yet I poured and poured hope on it

In vain, wisdom over me held no sway

So cosmos decided to give me a lesson

And started growing it the other way.

Ecstatic, I changed the direction of

My enthusiastic endeavors, but nay,

Cosmos played another trick on me

As into the dark my shade walked away.

Susurrations of the Dark

Have I told you that dark tale

of a room at the devil's hour,

Where will o' wisps lurk

To trick you into hell's bower?

Pay heed to the warning then

pray do not follow that flicker,

For 'tis agent of shadows here

a mischievous, hellish tricker.

Many have come before you

and fallen prey to their doom,

O once you have entered here

There's no way out of this room.

From the Abyss of Dreams

I dreamt of a sky scorched

by winter's eerie charades,

All that was warm and bright

Gives way to dreary shades.