“Drifting“
©leo.banares

enchanting fortress,
semantic synergy of words unspoken.
gloomy nights and misty skies,
i watch as you drift in front of the abandoned church.
you went inside, and kept still.
holding in your hands a candle stick.
you slowly move, towards the altar.
a spark, a flash,
a blinding light shone above you,
then it disappeared,
leaving you holding that piece of candle stick.
you were dressed in white,
humming a tune full of misery and anxiety.
i listened, painstakingly.
as i watch you drift again,
towards the empty confession box.
i hear you, groaning, crying.
i kept still, sitting in the last pew of that abandoned church.
then i was startled by a noise,
“dong, dong, dong” it goes.
then i heard you stop,
you stood up and drifted away.
“dong, dong, dong” the church bells ringing inside.
i wondered.
it was dark and gloomy,
the night engulfed the day when i saw you.
you’re still drifting, going in circles.
then i hear a patter inside the church.
i saw silhouettes, near the altar, dancing.
then i saw you again, inside, still holding a candle stick in your hands.
you went near the altar, then you disappeared.
daylight struck the floors of the abandoned church,
and lights reflected everywhere.
i stood up, looked behind me.
i saw myself, sitting in the last pew, staring, waiting.
i was pale, unconscious.
then i heard a soft lullaby calling me.
then i find myself, drifting towards the altar.
where i first saw you.