Her room, no stranger

to having the feeling

of outcast painted shadows

tip toe gently past thoughts

of music gods and erotic held

dreams of ghouls and demons,

is suddenly lifted by the sadness

that has crept over the room

as she sits silently on the end

of the half made double bed

and whispers good night to no one

as she listens to Pink Floyd

for the first time

and cries with wonder at

the message given to her.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016