Last Call From Beyond
There was an alone never felt before.
The night giving way to the morning.
I watched the mist dance.
Skin crawling from a day’s long.
As I sat paralyzed thinking every story was true.
Struck four and I heard a song.
Like something needed me in the flesh.
To watch them dance and sing.
Share spirits for a spirit.
Only I would ever see.
That night they all went free.
I awoke and the sun was shining.
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I can think of a couple of different interpretations to this.
Was this a dream? Did your spirit remain captive?
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More like a ghost story from my younger years. An old bar that I once tended. Love the feedback.
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I see. Thanks for sharing your “behind-the -scenes”.
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Anytime my friend. It’s not often I get to explore my work. 🙂
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The good old days. Never realized how good I had it when it came to a job. Met some great people and heard many a tale. Miss it sometimes, the stories that is.
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