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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The mysterious night tiptoed silently and abducted me from my bed I saw a dispirited district somewhere in town staring blindly at its hopeless inhabitants whose passion lay motionless in ruins lamenting the vengeance for its heinous sins. Tears wash the dusty roads evaporating quickly into clouds Morning dew rise and fall evoking the smell of death spilling shadows all around mimicking ghastly sounds. A slightly grey hair man wearing a dark blue jump suit walked through the back door with a group of anxious people rambling behind him. He stepped boldly on a scaffold raised above the ground that was attached to a giant tree in the center of the little town and courageously uttered a few words to the anticipated crowd. There was something unusual about him, he was quite composed but appeared to be locked up somewhere and has made his first appearance in many years.I arranged a meeting to dine at the movie theater, to know some more about him but I got carried away with the excitement of the woeful day. I surveyed the ravaged town and found astounding maze all around shabby buildings partitioned by tattered fences separating landowners from home owners Forthwith a woman appeared and led me into an uninhibited building A gigantic rusty door automatically opens in front of me and thrust me inside. I walked on the cracked dirt ground and gazed at the iron post supporting the abandon building's weight. My curiosity canvassed me into the maze around the town Despondent folks emerged from shabby zinc fences and greeted me one by one Eyes of desperation reached out to me passionately while faces of mercy's cry out loudly. My feet thread upon dirt roads that separated their tightly knitted homes and I met another group of people that was waiting on the other side With cheers and smiles longings and pride they were honored to join me for tea. The restless nights continues to unearth its mysteries It took me me to an office in the city and a group of people waited for hours hoping that I could solve their miseries. I sat at a round table and glance briefly at my notes,but did not know where to begin.Someone brought me a stack of money, I pulled out some notes counted it and gave it to a man who was standing in line. I put the rest in a big book and closed it. I walked patiently to another desk in the same office and another person handed me the check book. I wrote a check and gave the woman that was waiting. A young girl pressed through the crowd and stood beside me she wrote a Russian name on a paper and told me to call her While I was trying to pronounce the name someone spilled water on the paper and tried to erase it. The night brought me back to the scaffold near the tree And the figure of a white woman appeared at the top the tree She sat on a board attached to the tree with leg crossed in lotus position She clasped her and stared intensely at the universe. The night took me quietly back to my bed. I woke up suddenly and wept bitterly. ©2014 Christine Phillips
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