Valley of souls

 

I walk through

this valley of souls.

all just drifting along aimlessly,

following invisible alleyways,

leylines of liquidity.

No purpose, nor destination.

A babbling brook

of consciousness,

a stream of lost thoughts,

a river of frustration.

And I wonder

do any of them see me?

As I bound along

to a dream,

reciting a soliloquy

that is writing itself in my eyes,

as my

music rises full of passion.

 

The dead eyed gazes,

the unawakened stares,

not so subtly fixing

themselves on the floor,

in case any other eyes

should see the emptiness

through these windows inside.

 

I’m a rambler

on an endless highway,

with purpose in my feet.

But everywhere I look

I just see lost ghosts,

spectral hosts pulling

their meat covered

skeletal homes

around like snails

slithering on the ground.

 

But I have to see the light,

I’ve seen too much darkness

to last a lifetime, and I need to be inspired

for not all is such a dark plight,

there are other enlightened eyes

that stroll by from time to time.

And you my dear

are the brightest of all,

a beacon to all the hopeful souls

that walk this old town.