Mar 03, 2011 12:07
In these soft, silent moments of the soul,
when a slow loneliness builds and I succumb,
my thoughts return to you
and I let my mind to wander,
Through the harsh landscape of my heart,
now barren, so many days, weeks, years later
this twilit time offers no sight of relief.
I am torn, I am tormented.
I tumble down, and away.
My memories of you flicker,
illuminated as if by a candle’s light.
And promises that will not fade away.