The muse she returns to hold my heart
Coloured paper scattered on the table
From a tall glass drinking petals
My eye catches a glint in the corner of the room
Another scent drifts in on the moonbeam
Curtains flap haphazardly in the breeze
Allow the souls in to keep warm
Rooms fill of memories as echoes are etched into the walls
Maybe its the same old things I place in time
A thousand dreams caress the young at heart
And a tear brings me to cry a black heart
I can smell the fires that burnt a thousand years ago
I can see the flowers that you held in your hands
As we wept and said goodbye
Allow the shadows to close in now
I whisper goodnight
© 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
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