Never-day Echo

Never-day Echo
By Neil Beynon

Words hide in the witching hour.
Rainbows sleep,
Stars gone far away.
Footsteps echo on empty streets
To locked gates of a never-day.

Trains roar against the dawn
As the jukebox plays 3AM.
The glass is full of yellow-brick road.
The bone moon hides its cards.

Wishes jump at the walls of the well,
Trapped between the fire and the black.
A dragon in the dark,
Sitting upon the silence.

About Neil

Father of three (but you can only see two), writer, digital boffin, reader, geek and probably some other stuff. Trapped behind a keyboard or chasing around after a four year old and a baby, somewhere in Wales.

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