I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
Silence. Long moments that stretch into years.
Restrained words, sometimes gaps where names should be.
Words, prayers, songs, imagination inflamed by memory.
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
A plain wooden door, nerve-ridden
A carved metal key, in my pocket hidden.
And secrets that lie behind that blank facade
I am an artisan of words
Which I sculpt, chisel and fashion the way I can
I am a creator of worlds;
I pour my emotion into the poems I write.
Starlight, moonlight, candles burning bright
Oil lamps with flickering wicks
All this symbolises night
My father, with his arthritic hands
Closes his door, picks up the bow
Tucks the bit under his chin
Tunes it real low
Dusk comes, softly, slowly, like a shy bride
Dusk comes with a golden-red veil as if to hide
The diamonds in the hair, the khol in the eyes
Heat arises from the earth and flies