Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Old House IV.

Down in darkness deep and cold
Deep beneath the peaceful dreams
Drifting through our sleeping heads
As we lie in warm soft beds
Hid behind a bookcase tall
Sealed like tombs within a wall
Dark and damp in hidden pasts
O’er our dreams a fear is cast

Can the dark still recollect
Fear and sorrow time forgets
Can it store the past and lock it
In that dark cold basement closet

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