In a minor key.

Small shivers of anticipation
Shatter the brittle glass of complacency,
And send the shards of disappointment
Spinning and shimmering
Across the room.
But it makes no difference,
The day is not yesterday
And tomorrow is an unknown
That we will never understand.

Shout, scream, stand up
And be counted.

Tears that should be imprisoned
Escape and slide, sneakily
Down a frozen cheek,
And then melt into the raindrops
That curtain the view.

A single shaft of sunlight
Pierces the green grey gloom.

And somewhere, somewhere
Shadows dance.

© 2ndwitch, 16/02/15