Questions - Chris Thompson

In a dream it would seem

I went to those who close the open door

Turning the key I sat and spoke to those

inside of me

They answered my questions with questions

And pointed me into the night

Where the moon was a star painted dancer

And the world was just a spectrum of light

They reached to my centre of reason

And pulled on the touchstone that’s there

The shock of that light has me reeling

And I fell into the depths of despair

They answered my questions with questions

And set me to stand on the brink

Where the sun and the moon were as brothers

And all that was left was to think

They answered my questions with questions

And pointed me into the night

The power that bore me had left me alone

To figure out which way was right