I walk these streets alone
Looking into empty shops
That once boasted the finest hopes and dreams
Handcrafted treasures and silk spun linens
Leather stretched in time and love
The softest pillows
And billowing curtains
Vacant now in my ghost town heart
Can I rebuild this city?
Will there be a witness to my life,
Someone who knows my heart
How it grows
And bleeds
Useless crimson spill of what I meant to be?
The passersby never pulling in
For the lackluster dust that blows
Through the eaves of this
Neglected province
The cry of my lonely heart
Echoing beyond the hills
Up into the blackened sky of night and winter
I pray for the snow to come
For the cold to whisk me finally away
For you to find me here, sleeping
Pleading whisper of my final slumber
To build a fire, love
Keep me warm

10/30/2006

Posted on 10/30/2006
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