Waxing Lyrical

Waxing Lyrical

It's dark and the moon is minimal

and everything seems so quiet,

yet I can still hear the sound

of silent footsteps in the shadows.

Now, some paranormal key unlocks

the door to my sixth sense

so I can hear the ghosts calling out to me,

making me look up to the distant heavens.

I see pin prick shining stars, each one

sending signals, waves of noise

which my brain easily decodes

with its own sixty four bit

personal, paranormal encryption key

to create an aural continuum,

a headset helmet of repetitive, mystic messages

forcing their way into my brain.

Just like sixties pop music used to do.