by porfle

Created on: August 14, 2007

The Places I Have Been

In dead of night
A chamber, still and dark
As I remember there's a lamp
Its shade a stained glass swirl
Of amber when the light is on.

But now as darkness fills the room
And I, unwilling to assume
My memory will serve me well
As I traverse an unseen floor

Reach out to feel the fragile dome
And then, a slender length of chrome
That leads me upward to the switch
That floods the room with aching light.

And as the man and woman stare
In fear at someone not quite there
And clutch the covers to their faces
Only then I realize

That I have been to many places
Seeing them through other eyes
And as in payment for some sin
I haunt the places I have been.

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