Godchild

Drawn to the light like a moth to a flame
 He saw the columns from the bayou, that dark and muddy drain
 In the belly of the mansion, he swallowed a prayer
 Then like the shadows on the Teche, he went a creeping up the stairs
 Was that the murmur of voices or just a mournful wind?
 It was strangely familiar, so he leaned to listen in
 As if old conversations still lingered up there
 With the smoke of spirit candles swirling in the air
 Godchild, what makes you roam
 Through the cracks in time and the walls of this home?
 Godchild, don't you know?
 You are caught between worlds
 Let go and return to the fold
 Nothing of this earth had prepared him at all
 For his reflection in a window with all that he saw
 Suddenly upon him, it's a scene from the past
 Then like a sigh on a mirror, it melts into the glass
 Godchild, what makes you roam
 Through the cracks in time and the walls of this home?
 Godchild, don't you know?
 You are caught between worlds
 Let go and return to the fold
 In the thicket, twiney fingers slapped at his retreat
 When it struck him to ask, "Am I the dreamer or the dream?"
 'Twas the burning question that made him turn back
 And he was yearning for a sign when he froze in his tracks
 Through the fog, the old mansion was paled in the dark
 Like a face in the moonlight brooding over the marsh
 That window was a glimmer against a deepening night
 He saw it blinking like a signal with the winking of an eye
 Godchild, what makes you roam
 Through the cracks in time and the walls of this home?
 Godchild, don't you know?
 You are caught between worlds
 Let go and return to the fold