Stille
Sorted memories of Augsburg
abyss the tranquil lessons above
empty channels of you and I
why I've catered to the flicker
of light coming from the corridor
down the hall where the teakwood
table stood holding up the marble vase
that shattered everytime the door opened
my heart was flushed with a masculine
tale of dungeons and dragons at the behest
of feeling hope an yet you entered again
that quiet place that calmness against
all odds thee uncharted place beneath
the spoon of a Bishop's wife where
I'd bestowed a certain chastity wildly
explored throughout wisdom's sphere
in sheer doubt of waking to find
that you were still here
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2012
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