OBSCURE HALLWAY

I'll wait for you 

down the hallway, 

the inconspicuous and sombre

the one less taken, 

least by footprints and light 

the one where cold, 

frigid and might, sleeps calm 

even in scorching summers, 

impervious to the chaotic whispers 

and creak of absent doors 

prowling around

among shadows of unknowns

bearing echoes from infinity

unaware of when 

the days end and nights fall,

where time's a dimension 

yet to be construed 

that so eternal is a moment 

for a clock to make a tick,

and there, with you I'll share 

the most unspoken secret 

of being alive sans life!