Friday, 23 August 1991

Love Is


A woman in black
And a child of the sun,
A beginning forgotten
And an ending begun.
A life in the stars
And a love of your own -
But what I wanted to say
Is existing unknown.

A future in hell
And a past in heaven,
A safe place to hide
Until all is forgiven.
An image of night
Yet a vision of death –
But I said the wrong words
With my final breath.

But at the end of the day
You’re alone in the room
And you blew out the sun
Just to turn on the moon.
With your face turning skywards
You long for a kiss –
And refuse to believe that
I am, you are, love is.

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