Northern Wisdom

There is a place where once I was gone;
and in these lands their existed no dawn.

The name of the state could be called North Wisdom;
though the state of the name would speak much against them.

They are the ones who keep secrets with locks;
yet none more so than on the 17th block.

At the corner of Main Street this ice-cream stand stood;
but to the ground it aught to burn, oh, if only it would.

Like the town around it this place wore a mask;
it's owner inside, his eyes darting fast.

Behind the white counter and stashed in the back;
those secrets are groaning for the freedom they lack.

In a day to come, on an hour so near;
that secret will be loose, a secret so dear.

The ice-cream stand remains this moment;
a warning invisible to all who can't read it.

"Step up, guard down, just hold out your hand";
I urge you dear friends, don't reach...
or you may just be swallowed up by this dark land.

Don't ask me why this came out. It is actually a good bit longer and detailed than this, but much of it is still too fuzzy to write out. I was driving home the other night and thoughts of this place and time when I was younger came into my head. For some reason I started to write the poem (or it wrote itself) in my head while driving. I can only assume their was a purpose for it; I can only guess to what that purpose is though. Certainly is a departure from the usual blog posts so I thought why not. This won't be getting posted anywhere else.

Background: It is of a real place I once had been, far less metaphor than you might think is involved here and only one person other than me knows the place this poem refers to. The story goes that I and a friend were on a family vacation of sorts in a place to the north of home. This place was pleasant and laidback, but it their was something in the air. Something out of place. On several occasions I got the chills and the hair on my neck would stand up. On one occasion in particular we visited an ice-cream shop in town and behind the counter was a man who seemed plain as day, but in his eyes was a much deeper story. Granted I was young and my imagination is strong, but something was wrong in that ice-cream shop and the air was thick with it. Maybe it was just me, as not everyone picked up on it, but I told my friend that I didn't want to go back which is something I have never said before, or since. So, mistaken or not, I count that area to have a strange darkness to it. Something in secret since it looks very normal on the surface. Obviously I took liberties in the poem, even if I were on to something, a real dark secret of some kind (which is not necessarily true) I still don't have any knowledge to what the secret was.