"Someday" There will be joy in the spookhouse. All the ones who aren't really there either will be there or won't. Shouters will sing or shut up. All the veils will tear at once, catching in the chandeliers, blowing through the trees. Some of it may not be pretty, but all of it will be clear. Those who live by illusion will find something better to do. All the bright souls wil pop up from the dark brown boxes, nailed so carefully shut. No more processions. No more games. The war of shadows will dissolve in light and the hidden will all come home free. Kelina Copyright 1999 All rights reserved poems only to be used by written authorization of author Return to Kelina's Poetry Page Return to main Poetry and Inspirational Page Background from Wendy's Design Studio
There will be joy in the spookhouse. All the ones who aren't really there either will be there or won't. Shouters will sing or shut up. All the veils will tear at once, catching in the chandeliers, blowing through the trees. Some of it may not be pretty, but all of it will be clear. Those who live by illusion will find something better to do. All the bright souls wil pop up from the dark brown boxes, nailed so carefully shut. No more processions. No more games. The war of shadows will dissolve in light and the hidden will all come home free. Kelina Copyright 1999 All rights reserved poems only to be used by written authorization of author Return to Kelina's Poetry Page Return to main Poetry and Inspirational Page Background from Wendy's Design Studio
Return to Kelina's Poetry Page Return to main Poetry and Inspirational Page Background from Wendy's Design Studio
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