Chris Ernest Nelson

Walking Down Stairs In The Dark Of Night - Poem by Chris Ernest Nelson

Walking down stairs in the dark of night,
silence weighs heavy in the air.
Every step sounds an alarm
and threatens my intention,
though I move with the delicacy of a cat.
No shadows in mind or meaning.

Into the beckoning darkness,
a faint promise made to
each unmarked step.
Still a panoply of dreams sets
the boundaries of a world not defined
by walls or by reaching.

Still the building itself complains.
It calls out from corners and spaces
I have never visited-
even in the daylight.
It knows of ghosts and memories
older than its planks and pilings.

I am a trespasser in this house,
where the bone and sinew are tuned
as tight as a guitar.
What can I know of its mystery
and the stories of its sighing,
revealed only in flashes of black?

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012

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