Lying alone in the winter-cold bed,
Slowly I take an invisible breath.
Looking for love, but hiding the truth
That the stone in me is waiting for you.
Living in vain, wasting the time,
Eager to finish the pain here and now.
Staring with fright at the shade on the wall,
Searching for something that I've never known.
Keeping the fire burning inside,
Dreaming of you is the only delight.
There's nothing left to be stolen or gone.
Sad, though so tender, hopeless, but warm.
23.10.2012