it was winter
when the gangways of life played hide and seek
giving it a frosty texture
with hazy illusions lingering longer
it was winter again
when silence stealthly snatched its soundless sleep
rendering it a shadowy hue
with towering triangles flat and fallen
it was winter
when the crumbs and crusts were all left back
burrowing it in caved cares
with nothing to know the pain it pays
in the dark dusty labyrinths of life
i saw a piece of light hanging askew.
in the miry mirky mirages of life
i heard a husky whisper yelling nigh.
in the tumbled, tarnished tombs of life
i felt a patch of pretense owning truth.
in the bygone baggage of life
i felt me rummage memories numb.
I’m like the space between words
Most of the people of worth
Are like words which convey thoughts
And ideas
But I’m like the space between words
Most of the people of value
Are like words heavily loaded
With meaning
But I’m like the space between words
Most of the people occupy spaces
Carrying message to the wide world around
And the wider world within
But I’m the space between words
I make words meaningful
Without me words won’t be words
I’m glad to be the space between words
For I am priceless and invaluable
