This is the valley of tears
where no starlight enters
and I walk alone
in forests of devouring darkness
and undulating fears.
There is a soft wind
presumably,
blowing the grass
lifting the leaves
and
stirring the waters...
But
I can’t even
find my shadows
- or see my hands and feet moving -
how do I know
that I am there?
Something of fire,
something of light,
a flickering candle,
a cigarette end burning...
something
is needed
to anchor myself
to myself.
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{ Alone }
{ Where?... }
{ Evening }
{ The Touch of Your Hand } { The Moon }
{ Waiting } { To P... } { Creases }
{ Your Fingers }
{ Stock-Taking }
{ Private Demons - I } { Private Demons - II }
{ A Resolution }
{ Questions } { Freedom to Be }
{ Relationships } { Sensations } { Death } { Life's Choices } { All for Love }
{ To You.. { After Life } { After the Storm - I } { After the Storm - II } { Self Discovery }
{ A Reassessment } { The Fall } { To D... } { Peace }
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