Neverwhere

It's where I am, you know.

In the good old in-between,

Twixt light and shadow,

Earth and sky,

Dreams and action.

Gaiman called it

Neverwhere.

It's not the same

For everybody.

This place, filled with

Worlds, names,

Torn off pages

And ripped out hearts.

No doors lead there.

No key opens the gate.

Sea lulls souls to sleep,

Whispering in the night.

Knights, rebels,

Kings and queens,

Sons of the air,

Daughters of mist.

Melody seeps through

The silken sands of the past.

That is where I am.

Walking through

The streets that are

No more.

Seeing things

Nobody else sees.

Talking to ghosts.

Falling in love with the dead.

That is who I am:

Singer of ruins,

Soul searcher,

Story weaver,

The one who prefers

The dark.

The voice,

They call me.

Bringing out

Their lives,

Lighting up

The oblivion

Reaching through

The dust.

Sea salt, Amber and mist,

Weeping stones.

Coming to life

Once more.

Saalau castle, built by the teutonic knights and ruined by Soviet people.