Castle














It seems you’ve crossed into a land
I’ve never been--
stepped over
the metaphysical line
where life reaches out
and shakes death’s hand,
back again how does the light look
after hours in the tunnel?
does it blind the soul?
how long before promises made
in moments of panic
loosen their hold
and drift unmet into the aether?

(Image:Dmitri Zajtsev, Chess)