Edge...

walking a hallway

with walls as dark as earth

Tesanto’s eyes bled with rhythm

awaiting each step……so cautiously placed with gentle affair

this oaken floor cracked, with a thirst to speak

an intruder was near 

the darkness was venom....flooding and drowning any line of sight

if only a glimpse.....could draw the moon.....through taunt windows

a path could open

i could cut to the chase

carry the worry of this rhythm in stride

brave and demanding

Tesantos buried emotions in this.....line of thought, this situation... and plodded forward

no longer caring about the floor

where boards chattered and spoke uncertainty

a stir off in in the dining room

a breezing curtain

swaying awkward amidst its intended stare down

Tesantos approached

a now open window

granted with the most faint street light 

enough to squint through but not focus on

not enough to focus on and understand the blurred meaning behind

one last step forward

a trembling peel of the wandering drapery.....at windows edge

Tesantos saw a shadows wisdom as short breath brought a brief wheezing to the air

a door to somewhere else was exposed

this was its waltz, within a room

an ending…