Thursday, 15 April 2010


I walk upon the ancient stone
I bend towards words and peer into to the meaning beneath the one shown
I wait for silence to engulf the day’s end
I remain in the darkness not remembering anything at all
I stand alone
[My love, the birds are flown]
I see figures scurry away to hiding places deep within the city walls
I look upon today’s intentions threading through my actions with no way back
I hear a whispering tonight weaving through the branches of my mind
Weeping will not cease in this life
The dark night is long
Upon my arm now rest
Strive in all things for completeness

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