Light The Fire

Written by: Stacey Behal

A humble flow,
Trembles down the window pane,
As the creatures make noise,
The air talks,

Calming of the night,
Brings a figure,
Dark but deep sight,
Eyes staring in fright,

From another world,
I don't know,
But mysteriously seen,
Not heard,
Nothing to show.

Just an indecisive man,
A spirit perhaps,
Walking into a land,
Without an understanding,
Maybe running laps,

Pondering such vague outlooks,
On the outlining formation,
The one we see in the mirror,
Or at a visitation,

Reflecting upon oneself,
From that one very image seen,
Tip toeing back to bed,
Visited by the walking dead.