Finale Delivered

Through twisted haze tired fingers lay forth these blurry lines.

Words falling like cascading riddles loosened from the cracks of my mind.

 Preambles fraught with numbing nouns; compete with lumbering verbs.

Darkness would be shunned; maybe blessed, yet pronounced absence was left unheard.

So gray is the mist which steals quietly into my mind.

Wrought now of Night terrors which seduce the remains of time.

A then L comes soft the hesitant V; now for the hidden key.

Finale delivered; the gray night reveals the masters silent dream.

J. Allen Wilson © 11-2007