When I feel that there is nothing
Beyond the curtains of heaven -an’ in their will to unfold
Within their billow, un-ceasing -an’ bloom to behold
Upon unkindled pyres -an’ every dream amassed
As a wounded pause, to drift along - the empty an’ the vast
When I feel that there is nothing…would u knock upon my cast?
Copyright © FRANCOIS HILLEBRAND | Year Posted 2016