Quicksilver Spectres

Quicksilver Spectres

Spoken words,

But words on the wind

Come to the ear

On tides of nocturnal slumber.

 

-The voice:

It comes not from near or afar,

Not from inside or out,

But somewhere in between.

 

-The voice speaks

Not in tongues of this world.

Only images of pleasure or pain

Of worlds inside and worlds asunder.

 

-Worlds betwixt worlds

And seams between dreams

Held by a single thread

Laid across a keen edge that gleams.

 

Frayed string;

Soon it may break.

May I enjoy the fall

Into tides of dark eternity.

 

-I wait.

Soon they will come.

Spectres like quicksilver carry me away.

Soon I will dream.

 

©T.A.Rogers

      2006

 

Author's Note

Unbiased truth.