On a Friday eve…

A Friday night eve
An abandoned airfield
Silence and stillness
Mysterious lights
Hovered
Followed
Lost souls
Coincidental figures
Speak of the way
Guides
Listen
Hedges and fences
Living quarters
Crumbling
Darkness
Hot and cold
A figure
Running
Spirits roam
Lost airmans souls
Seeking home
Truth
Corridoors
Dark doorways
Graffitied walls
Stairway shadows
Shiver
Memories of the past
Entwined in the present
Never forgotton
Psychic graffiti
Death
Whispering steps
Never alone
Senses alive
A kerbside encounter
Spirit tracks
Eternity lingers into darkness
Lost souls
Unbound
Through the veil
We will see
All that we are meant to see….
Through the veil
We will see
That of which is meant to be….
Through the veil
We will see
Into the deep, dark sea eternally….

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Oct 2016
The Keeper Of Scrolls

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Author: The MidKnight Garden & Midknights Tellings

Follower of the true Old Ways, tutor, writer, poet, photographer, lover of the arts, gigs and theatre. My love for my path and writing is a constant source of joy and inspiration to me.

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