I awoke to a grainy black & white

A pale moonlight 

cast vague puppets of shadow

around the canvas of bare walls

All fidgeting like an impatient audience 

From below

I could hear the hollow crackle

of a gramophone 

An old folk song

drifting through time

Serenading &  haunting the ear

I reached out for my wife 

but there was only cold, undisturbed sheets

But, ...

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From the old stone bridge

he could see her,

barefoot, on a platform

no longer there.

Under a moonlit slither

something shimmered

in her slowly closing hand

Her head slowly rising

Her eyes locking on his

Somehow, her face so clear

despite the distance

Her hand snapped shut!

He could see a well

Dark & slick with black moss

A door

Smell a drift of whi...

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