Tuesday, December 13, 2016

THE INN



I hear voices from inside.
Laughter and cheering.
Clinking of glasses.
Sailing forth on
the silence of the night.
I hasten my steps.
I open the heavy door
and peer inside.
An empty room faces me.
No one in sight.
I step inside.
I can hear the voices.
The laughter.
I squint through the darkness.
A light shines on the tables,
where figures are drinking.
Transparent forms of people,
who once inhabited this inn.
They will laugh and be merry
until the end of time.
I raise my glass to them.