REMNANTS
Wandering through the catacombs
Amongst the creeping shadows
That paint my lonely rooms,
Way past midnight, my lonely cottage
Surrounds me with it’s silent prayer:
"Let this place be filled with sunlight
That your presence here would bear"
Gone, the shadows, gone the sadness,
Gone the stillness from this place.
Filled with joy and warm awareness,
If only it could see your face.
Years have drifted by so slowly
Tears have poured through trembling hands
In this "crypt to house the living".
I try so hard to understand.
You, my "Daytime", you, my "laughter",
You, my "reason to exist",
Half my soul, shall it be ‘ever
I endure this woeful mist?