I’ve known for a while
That the walls were all too white
And that the shadows
Bring the shading into such nights
That we’ve lost touch
With both our hands and hearts
No longer compatible
Lost for space to begin a start
Black opens the white
Fading grey into our confusion
Were it not for this
The dusk would let us begin again
Some place to found
What is our second story tower
Away from to much
Restoring the loves little powers
The birds are chirping
Though their song no longer lingers
What healing had been
Does not rest in our ‘twined fingers
So creep you grey
Into the sacred realm of day dreams
Slowing till night falls
Leaving me to mists ‘n moon beams
By Ruth L. Rivers
July 22,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem