The Maze Poem by Steve Howard
The Maze
Then in the night, the clinging night,
the moon she comes, the moon she calls,
and then like silvered teardrops falls,
upon the ruin, the broken walls,
the empty path, the empty halls,
where our love used to live.
Then wander I between the days,
within the mist, the silent haze.
Forever trapped within the maze,
where our love used to live.
Friday, April 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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