Sunday, 31 July 2011


I came when the wine had flown
The sounds were silent
When the colours were dead.

I came
When the words were spoken
When the match was lit
When ashes remained.

I came when the clouds were gone
The earth was fresh
And the sun lay hid.

I came when the wind was tired
When the birds slept free
When the trees stood still.

And I came when you sang
When the wound had healed
When new colours ran
When words began
In circles of the well
From a broken shell
With not a soul to tell

So I come to you
Let me in.

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