all the years in echoing
icicle dripped emptiness
filled with the carnival sound
of strident, shallow joy
the empty moments of delight
and the faint embers that
glowed weak, not strong enough
to warm the stone heart chambers
cut across with cracks and scars
of disillusionment and destructive
explorations in self deceit
now in these years
when the caress of time
has passed across my skin
and threads of silver light
lie twined in my black hair
my heart, so accustomed
to being vastly empty
feels like it will break
from being full
of You.



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