Christopher Roe’s most recent poem to appear here was Stained Glass (December 2013).

Through the shadows to the music
By Christopher Roe

Lonely in the early night
listening to earth’s engine
ticking as it cools
a soft breeze upon my brow
my mind still revving up
and thoughts like frantic bats
flee the dark cave of my skull.

The night is just the long
dark shadow of death
cast by the fires of hell
across my dreams
and sleep is a doorway
opening to the music
coming from the darkness.

The urge to dance is strong
but love is like a tether,
or maybe a leash,
and we stay close
to our hidden bones
with the skin of our truth
to chew.