top of page
inthespotlyghtfeat

THE VOID

By Roland E. Williams

The empty space beside me on the bed

Is filled with an image I see of you there

It is my sole consolation all these nights

But lacks the warmth only you can give

My dreams are more real each night

A sure sign they will soon be fulfilled

Ending the madding emptiness within

And the unfilled space I now gaze at

The nothingness my heart has born

Shall be inundated by your warmth

And the moment we are but one

A new Eden will once again exist

0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

コメント


bottom of page