Nights on Spice Island #1.21
Updated: Sep 12
I close my eyes upon the night,
and there, to my delight, I see
not the dark of self,
nor the quiet void,
but specters from my story shelf.
In light of day, they walk as shades
in other realms, yet by my side.
In deeps of darkness, though, they near -
my lonely room grows occupied.
Lounging 'gainst the headboard, leaning in,
whispering their secrets and their pain,
in deepest confidence, we speak 'till dawn,
when, with my ink, I render them again.