I'll lay with you, my dying flame
I'll lay with you until you go
We had our time, wish had more
In this bed, years of embrace
I'll lay with you one last time.
I'll lay with you, my dying flame
Until the darkness takes me whole
The morning will bring its warmth
but will be lacking its comfort
The embers of you are all that remains
They are cupped in my hands
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoesíaAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul