Look, look, it's an update. Where? Yeah, I know, it's been a while.....ok, a long while. Sorry about that, peoples. So do me a favor and give me a yell if you haven't given up on reading this yet b/c A. It sucks, or B. I haven't updated in like three years. But anywhoo, let's give this thing a whirl. Ok, this one takes some explaination. It's not all that recent, but it's one of like three poems I've written in reference to love (i know, i know, shut up). But it's not about who and what you thing it's about, that's all I'm saying. I just wrote it....because I could. Ok, guess that's it for now. Like I said, drop me a comment if you're still here. And here we go again....

These Old Walls

These old walls.

Close in around me

This old house

Is quiet and empty

Each creak of each dusty floorboard calls your name

Since they day you left its streets,

This dirty old town seems so much smaller

And in freedom, I find there is less to do

All is as nothing

The sun has no warmth

Spring’s first grass no green

The bluest of sapphire skies seems veiled

The clearest of days is gray

Even the bejeweled stars in their icy loveliness

No longer split the sky to strike my heart

A silly girl’s song, a freshly plucked daisy

All turn to ash in my mind

My favored darkness, that echoing night

Child’s dreams and the romance of youth

Of knights and widow’s walks

And long strolls beneath the watchful sky

Light a fire in my mind

A fire that wilts with the distance

As each passing day carries you away

Until it fades to embers that burn with a golden light

Bright but full of pain

How is it that I, so aloof now need

The sound of your voice, the feel of my hand in yours

To see your eyes when I close mine,

A month ago I would never have thought

How is it that I, who have never needed anybody, need you so much

And in spite of my pride admit

That I can’t go on alone

How can I love the sun, when each shining ray sees you further from home

And me

How can I not embrace the night, when its darkness is all that we share?

How can I stay in this old house, this old town,

When each footstep in these streets reminds me that you aren’t by my side

My thoughts turn to you

And here I sit

Breathless

In a Hell quieter than a whisper

Alone

I shall watch the full moon through my window-pane

And wait

In silence until your footsteps once again carry you home

Or darkness clouds my world forever