Something Afar
Cobwebs hung in dust of stars
the moon a cracked pale marble
balanced on a razor’s edge
Pools of sun rays n midnight bars
Phantom voices call me from afar
Things seen; springs ring echoes
Fade as headlights blaze keen!
in the rushing rain, the rusting wind
midday at night behind the wheel of a ruin car…
like dusted stars, they die, fall afar
moonlight in streams of neon dreams
a razor catches the fury, of fire light
a single footfall upon the floor
waiting for a ghost train
that never comes to its destination
lost in mist & rain
something calls from afar
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2025
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