By Pavel Chichikov
Something was waiting
Hushed to be said
Hidden not hiding
Under the bed
Heard but not spoken
Dreamed but not slept
Many, not broken
Keeping not kept
Long as the starlight
Off to its races
Fathom and phantom
In darkness change places
Rhyme me the riddle
Riddle the rhyme
Start in the middle
The question is time
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)
