Willow wisp walkway, dead of the night
The bulbs mirror back, us shadows in sight
Contemporary hallway umbrella exposed
Not wet to the weather, dry to the cold
Self reflection junkie, pathway of words
Brushes with death, life still unfolds
Aqueous runway, models on stage
Actors ever present, presently staged
A coup to the gallows, in this hallway
We're exposed, corridor of horrors
Reflecting parishes old. Union two
This bright strip of land, the boulevard
Foretold, waiting on hand.
Bright cadence lights, burning soul slight
Much too soon to World's jaws stolen plight
Shadow this step, stony water way accord
Light works its magic, 'till illustrious day dawn
Holds.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
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