the place where shadows speak
when at night I call your name
when they say a full moon’s to blame
when things are not quite as they seem
…that’s the place where shadows speak
when the wind whispers to the leaves
and sends the gossip through the trees
when winged and wicked shapes take flight
…that’s the place where shadows speak
when night time falls a bit too soon
and drifting veils obscure the moon
when safe and warm is what you seek
…that’s the place where shadows speak
when the children hide under their bed
scared by spirits of the long been dead
when the night time beasties congregate
…that’s the place where shadows speak
it’s in your head and out of mind
from deep inside, not far behind
where logic cowers and fear is king
…that’s the place where shadows speak
January 30, 2011 | Leave a Comment