Monday, 20 October 2008

I need you somehow

What do I do, have now I've reached the edge?
The cliff is steep to the plain below.
Miles upon miles of empty air
And no hand I can hold, but your hand
and you are not there!

What do I do when smothering black
Of night engulfs me ... coldly in the dark
So dark I tingle with sudden fear
No arms do I need but your arms
And you are not there!

What do I do with a life that tells
the end of the world in a darkened mist
But still must keep senselessly on
No love keeps my heart, but your love
And you ... you are gone!

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