RotM 2009.23 1 D. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

Jul 08, 2009 18:54

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. ~ Plato



The empty room I lived in was my hiding place
My barren universe, my private space -
I never shared it with anyone.
When darkness fell and shadows thickened
On my cold bed I lay and mused on someone
Who’d come along, some day,
To drive away the black frost of those lonely nights.

The pale moon drifted in the sky and called up dreams
The midnight wind lulled lovers who
Lay naked and embraced each other warmly
To rescue each other from the cold of night
I shared my bed with solitude and coldness only
And felt like I was buried alive
There at the heart of night
Inside my empty room
Inside my futile dreams
My single bedroom had become my prison cell.

I didn’t think the frozen night would ever end
The beam of dawn would dispel ghastly shades
The touch of love would warm my seared heart
To bring me back to life, to make my soul sing

Awaken from my sleep, now I can smile again.

Words: 170
Fandom: Saw
Muse: Zep Hindle
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