Inside this dim room it is not now
this moment cannot exist just yet.
It is long ago when your voice
hovered near the places we loved,
it is an old year when we wore laughter,
when we drank each other like mulled wine,
when we knew all of the delicate mystery of life.
Inside this room, time is in our trance
it is not moving
it is not.
Secrets are safe in this room
there is no failure, nor worth
there is only this wild morning
inside this not awakened room.
Here there is no use for memory,
nothing was before this