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 | |

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