Alone

while I wander

my words are spoken

but silent

to all who lie outside these walls.

This is a rare sight-

the fire that burns all night

and a judgment

that you said was once untold.

The ghosts

are tired tonight,

they sleep

beyond me and now I must speak.

Taking my chance.

The crowds are here, but vanish

by the bonfire tonight

and the spirit of all mysteries lingers

in his longingly languid foresight.

I said it long ago

and I say it again tonight

my words are hollow and haven't formed yet.

My words are aflame.