*Who was it whose embers did burn? After the fire had been doused The mirror that reflected your image, Even after you were gone Why is it that you forget the path? That was…by rims of my eyes, Lit with candles, fuelled by my tears, The one whose shoulders you held on When you were skidding , slipping,
It was just that momentarily you had looked Into a setting sun, a darkness…blinding you I was always besides, had always been true If ever nothingness is what surrounds you You need to just need to sigh a name aloud, For me, it shall be a clarion call A whisper louder than a shout….
The next a waft of cool breeze comes calling on Knocking on your doorway of time And it appears hopelessly shut as such Open the window and there you’ll find This man, his intentions plain and true Standing patiently under the autumn yew Waiting, the spring of a smile from you… Who always loved you so much…
The curtains to the show have not dropped as yet Wait awhile… The story is still alive Just this world that we have passed through Another world beyond this Awaits…
In collaboration with Debbie Brooks Debbie you are such a motivation...thank you...hugs!!