Torn From the Pages of My Heart
The Darkroom
Four walls of secrecy
Four planes of
A virgin heart's malady
Entwined to each
To enclose the night
And just one blinking
Fragile light.
Within those walls I lay
Liquids in three square basins
One of tears to call on the soul
And bring life's memories
To the next bowl
A dip of empty paper
To proclaim it all
The last basin of water
Would seal the hole
Within those four walls
I frame the past
And hang it on
A delicate thread
One room where I
Lay my heart,
A part of me
I kept from the start.
Just four walls,
A creaking floor,
One stern roof,
And a closed door.
Just a room
Where all of me is true
Bearing frozen scenes
Of me and you.
Four planes of
A virgin heart's malady
Entwined to each
To enclose the night
And just one blinking
Fragile light.
Within those walls I lay
Liquids in three square basins
One of tears to call on the soul
And bring life's memories
To the next bowl
A dip of empty paper
To proclaim it all
The last basin of water
Would seal the hole
Within those four walls
I frame the past
And hang it on
A delicate thread
One room where I
Lay my heart,
A part of me
I kept from the start.
Just four walls,
A creaking floor,
One stern roof,
And a closed door.
Just a room
Where all of me is true
Bearing frozen scenes
Of me and you.
