Sunday, November 30, 2008

eyes drawn towards light



The glowing light of the room pulled my eyes towards its mystery. Night had fallen suddenly, perhaps precociously as the earth tilts towards solstice. I listened to the tap tap of my own footsteps as I hurried home. Looking backwards I could see the faint shadows of the room's ghostly occupants.

A place perfect for a person like me thought, Princess Haiku and perhaps I will stop by for ink black tea, a tarot reading and an orange. What story do you see within the warm orb of the secret room?

Speaking of Solstice; it's time for me to listen to Loreena McKennitt's Book of Secrets.

3 comments:

goatman said...

"wonder what they do in there"
from Jim Morrison, The Doors, "People are Strange" (I think).

A single soul resides there with no wishes, hopes,desires, or regrets. All is well, soul and belly are full, and sleep is imminent.
But what are those tiny shoe-tickings in the near distance? No matter . . . she is off to wonder and wander.

Princess Haiku said...

Goatman, what a perfect comment! I am hoping to do some wandering in SF this week; we shall see.

Squirrel said...

they might be blogging in there.