DIRECTIONS

A shaft of brightness
came through a crack,
specks of dusk
were taken aback,
some of them
retreating into
the dark, one
growing into
a glowing spark,
coming alive
before the eyes
of the stranger,
who now hypnotised,
followed the bright,
blue dancing light.

Gone without
a trace,
from the craggy
cliff emerged
a face, with
simple mouth,
well defined chin,
the deepest eyes
which drew in
all of the
surrounding light,
instantly turning
day into night.

The stranger stood
fixed to the spot
not really sure
what to do next.

“You look perplexed,
have no fear,
no other parts of
my body are here,
you see, I just can’t
stand the glare, so
I absorb the brightness
through my stare.

Before I shut my
eyes again,
I’ll tell you where
to find the door,
there’s only one
way to be sure
the path you take
will lead you there,
to the waiting one
with glistening hair.”

“Cross over the creek
just before the bridge,
climb to the top of
the western ridge,
below there’s a valley
between two hills,
you’ll find a pond
where Spoonbill’s
nest, stop there
for a rest by the
twisted tree,
that’s where you’ll
see the hidden
door to the tower.”

Just at that moment
a shower of stars
filled the sky,
the darkness was
gone as the cliff
was felt to sigh.

Morganpoet