The closing light comes back to haunt me again, to be alone in this falling has been so unforgiving.
The dust blows me back to the city and all colour turns to grey under street signs pointing back to the Old House Full of Blues. Almost the tears come but the lip biting conquers the arrival of acceptance.
Beside the tide, over and over the memory replays through my words, the broken stones believe we are still stood watching the water creep closer and closer, but we are now below the surface.
You were the one who knew it all and I never had to say a word. Where now should I hide without any strength left to hold my silence, among the dead and dying flowers of last year?
The woman in black dress floats through this vine filled garden behind my eyes as the flame inside me finally gives way to the smoke.
And everything falls silent, and at last I am free.
The dust blows me back to the city and all colour turns to grey under street signs pointing back to the Old House Full of Blues. Almost the tears come but the lip biting conquers the arrival of acceptance.
Beside the tide, over and over the memory replays through my words, the broken stones believe we are still stood watching the water creep closer and closer, but we are now below the surface.
You were the one who knew it all and I never had to say a word. Where now should I hide without any strength left to hold my silence, among the dead and dying flowers of last year?
The woman in black dress floats through this vine filled garden behind my eyes as the flame inside me finally gives way to the smoke.
And everything falls silent, and at last I am free.