When the house is filled with silence
And the air is the colour of evening
I take my chair to the window and watch
The world, the sky, the people
And I think of you.
There’s one stubborn star shining
Brighter than every other light and
It’s you, signalling me from your destination
Letting me know you’re safe with
Light, energy, magic.
My clock ticks unusually loud tonight
Keeping time with the symphony
The earth moving round cyclically, ever
Onwards, changing, leading us
Away from yesterday
But I carry you inside my veins
Timeless and with no need for fear
Sitting here I feel you so close and so far
Such a paradox but somehow
You’re everywhere.
I find myself musing dreamily,
Do the stars look different from up there
Do the Seasons touch you at all?
Or is everything constant, unaltered, known
No surprises?
And I find myself wondering restlessly
How many years lie ahead of me
How many nights until I’m with you again
Because I’m not sure I’ll make it,
It’s too long.
When the house is filled with silence
And the air is the colour of mourning
I take my chair to the window, and sit
And remember, and smile
And miss you.
Hello bright star...
Wish you were here...
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
When the house is filled with silence
And the air is the colour of evening
I take my chair to the window and watch
The world, the sky, the people
And I think of you.
There’s one stubborn star shining
Brighter than every other light and
It’s you, signalling me from your destination
Letting me know you’re safe with
Light, energy, magic.
My clock ticks unusually loud tonight
Keeping time with the symphony
The earth moving round cyclically, ever
Onwards, changing, leading us
Away from yesterday
But I carry you inside my veins
Timeless and with no need for fear
Sitting here I feel you so close and so far
Such a paradox but somehow
You’re everywhere.
I find myself musing dreamily,
Do the stars look different from up there
Do the Seasons touch you at all?
Or is everything constant, unaltered, known
No surprises?
And I find myself wondering restlessly
How many years lie ahead of me
How many nights until I’m with you again
Because I’m not sure I’ll make it,
It’s too long.
When the house is filled with silence
And the air is the colour of mourning
I take my chair to the window, and sit
And remember, and smile
And miss you.
Hello bright star...
Wish you were here...
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