Ghost Town
Ghost town sleeps on a rainy evening
A curtain of droplets blocking every window
The air completely still
The surrounding territory, a land of mystery– ghost town sits alone.
The wicked wandering woods which offer no shelter
Only curiosity and a path through dreamland
Ghost town doesn’t wake
Rabbits hop across green grass
Crows perch next to doves upon wooden railings
Plum trees fail to grow fruit
Ghost town is quiet on the inside
The monstrous underbelly rumbles to life, as dishes clatter in the sink
Walls shudder at the thought of it
Ghost town rests while the thunder rolls past its lonesome windows
Skeletons step out from the closet, content to dance about the room
Passageways shift around, revealing what cannot be seen with two eyes
The branches on the trees close around its throat, even now.
Ghost town is subject to the forest, in the best of the worst ways
Return to the unknown with me, to the land which surely lies about, yet refuses to be found
The breath of these trees guides us on to who knows where
So be still with me
Allow the roots to grow from you, as they once did
In the meantime, ghost town remains for you
Come home once more.