Something in the Night
In the twin cabin,
By the edge of the woods,
A stone’s throw,
From the Indian village.
There’s a knock at the door,
In the mosquito of the night,
Near a lake,
A decade or so ago.
Then a second set of knocks,
And then we’re awake,
Maybe someone’s come to prank us tonight.
But a grown woman’s voice said,
“Wake up guys,
The dining hall is on fire.”
As soon as we looked out
We knew something was up,
An eerie light reflected off the trees.
Unnaturally hot breeze blew crackling sounds to us
A low rumble and an ominous smell
And that whole direction toward the dining hall was
A mountain of flame.
If I could go on and on of a brighter day,
Would you love me more?
And it all burned down,
As we stand around.
Our eyes water when finally have to blink.
Bill held Mary,
And Joe held Sue.
Cuz an outdoor fire at night is a very romantic scene.
That’s where we stood,
Not saying very much,
Just staring at where the kitchen used to be.
A refrigeration unit,
Refused to burn down,
Though its days of holding food cold were through.
We stayed a long time,
Till the light showed in the sky.
Just we three and another figure –
The walk-in refrigerator.
If I could go on and on of a brighter day,
Would you love me more?
In his blue journal,
He traces out the span,
Of the months they played guitar together.
It was a cold February day,
When they first met.
He was quiet and she smiled kind shy.
They quickly loosened up,
But by October she was gone.
He reads an entry of the day they laughed and talked.
She sat right by his chair,
That’s when they almost kissed.
Now she’s dead,
And he really wishes they had.
If I could go on and on of a brighter day,
Would you love me more?
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