Smoke rises in a swirling cloud
The smell of coffee prevails
Outside in the twilight shroud
It is windy at it hails.
I sit wrapped in a grey cloak
And I quietly sip my drink
My eyes sting from the smoke
I'm confused, I can't think.
I can almost touch my pain
A throbbing loneliness inside
The hail turns into rain
And I turn, I want to hide.
So many words say nothing
My body aches from tip to toe
I want some warmth and loving
And I want somewhere to go.
There are moments of light
When I know you're out there
They make everything alright
They show me why and where.
Those messianic moments, then
Make life worth all the gold
Which brightens the way when
All is done and told.
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