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

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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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