dream – Simon A Jackson

Foretelling

Riding along the walls of goldFrom the market that turned coldThe night air is setting inAnd the voices are lost to oblivion Wings of white seem so greyWith rusty nails screaming decayBut none of this can be realIf it is then I surrender to deal Now the snow is knee deepMy horse is lost inContinue reading “Foretelling”

Recurring

Creeping down the corridorWill you hear the creek and roar?Nervous as a deer in lightThe darkness might give you frightJust before you turn the bendOnly to do it all againEach step breeds more fearThe pit is growing deeper hereThen a sound does ring trueThat’s when you stop and stewFeel the silence deafeningMaking you want toContinue reading “Recurring”