Hold a candle for me
Silence of the dark disturbed by the racing chatter of the directionless mind. The early hours like desert island , just a place, but one which can bring so much threat to terrorize. In the face of darkness the flicker of light holds on by a thread. Some say “dont walk into the light” but such a place of promise and peace this holds. Blind, my hand seeks yours for reassurance on the next steps to take,onto the beach or over the edge. You are my compass guide my mind home to peaceful sleep.
K.Piper 10th April 2015 - 2.41am
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