Abstract inspired by white room
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
Ill wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
Ill wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
Shes just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves
lyrics copyright jack bruce pete brown
Thankyou very much for your words Roy
RoyAllenHunt © February 27, 2009
Empty space finds me here nearly disappered without a trace.
I sit in my dark confusion trying to gather purpose
my mind running repeated verses.
Like a prayer that might help me to concentrate,
leading to my escape from this empty place.
There is nothing here on which to feed but the dark feeds on me.
There is nothing that I might look at, not even self to see.
Who was I? Who am I? Who am I to be?
Surely those are questions of youth and not for one so long in tooth.
Ah, now come the questions. And questions most always lead to truth.
Perhaps I am not long here in this empty space.
Perhaps I was purged for my own creation’s sake
To fill with something, anything this empty place.