outside it rains softly
inside the incense burns
music plays and my eyes
are full of the shadows of rushes
thistledown drifts past my face
i am alone here
and the world has not ended
i am the only one left awake in the world
i am the only one left alive in the world
with my lungs full of incense
and lights in my hair
the trees sing a watchful lullaby
but i will never sleep here
i am alone but the emptiness
does not devour me
i don’t remember loneliness
those days are gone
my eyes are dark and my hair
smells of incense.
those days are gone, love.
inside the incense burns
music plays and my eyes
are full of the shadows of rushes
thistledown drifts past my face
i am alone here
and the world has not ended
i am the only one left awake in the world
i am the only one left alive in the world
with my lungs full of incense
and lights in my hair
the trees sing a watchful lullaby
but i will never sleep here
i am alone but the emptiness
does not devour me
i don’t remember loneliness
those days are gone
my eyes are dark and my hair
smells of incense.
those days are gone, love.
Sarah K Reece 
Thankyou Sandra, they are good nights, these ones.
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It is, I know. I am, thankyou Julia.
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So much atmosphere and sensitivity.
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Enjoy your newfound aloneness, Sarah. It's very precious.
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