Stories

It’s dark now.
A little while ago, there was light in the sky.
My vision could go till a distance and travel back into the eyes with stories to tell.
I saw men, women, boys and girls talking with their teeth and tongues.
From a distance I could hear a window playing an instrument.
There must have been a person behind, which the eyes could not find.
The tune was trying to tell me something… the ears
Tried to hear all the grammar that poured into them
From the window, little far from near.
I walked a step or three but went miles away from me…
… lights began to fly, the least of blue to the sky.
Now darkness in the trees and blackness in the nests,
My sight was off the dogs and frogs,
They barked and croaked so clear with crickets beating everywhere.
Unknown sounds came to me but were left as they’d be.
I could take one step at a time, could even fall, there wasn’t a moon, no stars – no scratch of light at all;
The feet hurt, hands full of mud,
I walked on the flat, on the mound,
took one step, at a time, from the surface to the ground.
There was sometimes rhythm in my step, sometimes none at all.
I heard the brooks, the careful fluttering of the wings, the snores of strangers,
Smelt the four-legged passengers; on-lookers may be…
Their eyes shining bright at me,
Breeze sometimes smelt fresh, it carried the flowers, the mud, the blood and the flesh.
A drop of little sweat came running from the head, ran straight into the groin,
I shivered out of cold, and felt the living dread.
By then I was set to dark; my mind, now fit to fall and find.
The sounds of the dew, dropped countless from a few;
Poured music in the ears, that didn’t hear for years.
It’s light now.
A little while ago, there was darkness in the sky.
My vision could go till a distance and travel back into the eyes with stories to tell.