#i dont know why but i wondered if thisnild blog was still here

[here-where-the-world-is-quiet]

Here where world is quiet

And summer song sings hollow

Where the dust has long since settled

And cobwebs darken the window

Here where the January night is long

And the wind through the window cold,

The aching loneliness lingers,

Tired fingers do endlessly scroll

Here where passions were long extinguished,

The coals black and burnt to the ground

The warmth of a forgotten kindness

There are no embers to be found

Here where the air is still and stagnent

No song leaves no lips

No merry tune to lighten the load

In silence here I sit

Here the thoughts echo softly,

And they sharpen to regret,

Past lives are at once remembered

And the wonder of what comes next

To stoke the fires that dwindle,

To forge a brighter flame,

To feel the warmth of joy

And start living once again