Don’t knock on the door, don’t come to callyour efforts are in vain, there’s nobody home.she’s turned out the lights in her eyes,said her good-bye’swanders now, seeking those neon signs. miles and miles of open road,lights dimmed now with nowhere to go.lost in the dark emptiness of her own bitter soul,she seeks the vacancy out
Alone I wander these planes of my soulsifting through dimensions for life’s truth to behold In thoughtful silence I quietly observeSeeking and pondering my place in this world A devoted sentinel standing guard through timepast, present, and futurehere and now,all intertwined I am …I am not …I would like to be…only swatches of fabricin my
A Quiet Heart 