Don't know where this belongs. I just wanted to write it.


I look, but cannot find,
A shadow to be.
For light has not found
It’s place to be.

Echoes that should never be heard
Because sound it’s concept, quite absurd.

Oh but silence means nothing
When the hearts in distance, my soul it is to calm and close to the flame
I can hear you now, in my bent over shame,
To close at last
Loves prolapsed flame.