a place to dwell

Within the dark
where silence reigns -
I hear my breath
so still
she creeps.
A trembled drum
at work with word -
would promise
choose this vow
to keep.

Beyond the verse
in living passed -
I wonder -
will they understand...
How much the tale
was theirs to own -
my only gift
these willing hands.

Beyond the dark
another light...
Of loneliness -
I know him well.
Adrift in words
were meant
for none -
but found in me
a place
to dwell.

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