Silence. Long moments that stretch into years.
Restrained words, sometimes gaps where names should be.
Words, prayers, songs, imagination inflamed by memory.
I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
You'll be my knight in shining armour
Shining so bright I can hardly see
The sunlight because of thee
If you have some place
Some place you could well spare
Make a niche for me in your heart
To warm me within your space
Independant writer and poet living in France.
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