Whispering Promise

along the evolutionary road
i was frightened
by the blackness of my shadow –
i looked into the faceless
cowl of the night
and ghosts rode the wind
and echoes of past applause
froze into the air
between the black trees
of the eternal pilgrim

and i heard my voice,
like the sound of frosty falling leaves –
inviting me to a stroll
up the avenue of dreams