Moved into a new house
It stares at me
Quiet and vacant
Swallowing up slowly,
like a python to a rabbit
Inch by inch
Every thing that I felt
its a dull house..not morning not night
And I can't tell which is when
I sit here..listening to every noise, whisper, movement
Feet running water dripping storms on the way
Above and below me the world seems alive
But inside this vacant room everything comes to a standstill
The house watches me- a timid intruder
Guarding its solitude, like a mother to her child
Somewhere all of what I carried with me
The joys and sorrows and hopes and losses
They never went through the door
I entered without my soul
Like a thoughtless ghost
And stayed quiet in the night
Like a dead man on the vigil
For someone to be born
From the deafening echoes in this house
And wake me up
And fill up in some way..any way..
this quiet vacant room

guess m obsessed with endings!

One last time my love, I say
One last time this day
Hold me well and say sweet things
For tomorrow we shall fade
Your eyes and voice shall stay with me
As I walk through unknown ways
Your tenderness will linger on
Like the earliest morning rays
And when I tell them of joys and sorrows
Your name I shall not call
For you, I must keep just for me
You come before them all
And in that last sleep just before my night
Will you free me from the chains?
For in your arms I would be
One joyous last time again