All that remains at the end of the day
Little bits of rhyme
And you who will never be mine;
Who will walk under different skies
As I awake alone at sunrise.

All that remains is the memory of your face.
The surprise, the moments of love's grace
Have in my heart left an open space

An open space. An open wound.
A chord on strings that are finely tuned.
A soft murmur, a fountain in stone
A pain that cut into the bone
A notion of eternity
Ah, and infinity, oh yes infinity
To think, to ponder, and simply to be.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Rani Turton

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