Solitude

A briefest wind runs through my fingers

And whispers of forgotten song

Flow about the darkened skies

And mingle with white burning stars

Solitude holds my hand as I walk

While I watch those dying embers

Divining the time of sleep draws near

I watch the shadows creep into life

Nothing but echoing memories left

Of times that taste bitter upon the tongue

And to shed cold light upon mine heart

That mirrors the soul I left to ruin

Confusion takes it throne within me

I listen only to silence as it settles

Tears may fall again one day

Yet only death would answer my call

Holly Johnson / Damia Raven

2nd November 2002