Within the eclipse of the twilight zone.

Walking in the shadows
of the twilight zone
what lies under a tombstone
but a hollow where
Mr Nobody resides.
In a prison chamber
for people down below
what happens when
graves give up the dead?
Stepping across
the threshold
of a dream
what lies behind
the moon but
worlds of tomorrow,
and in the shadows
the twilight zone.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Andrew... it does seem to be so... but only
when we leave this world... we may discover that our Spirit lives on.
It gives us hope for another way of thinking and being a guardian to those we love.
tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is one of your best, andrew.

You create a climate in this poem...the spirits are restless, we put them in the ground but while
the bodies decompose, the souls rise, uneasy, feeling stagnant...needing some kind of rebirth...
j.