There'll Be A Place
My soul’s a shell with wind of time
That blows forever there
The hollow roar of waves inside
Nobody wants to share
My mind’s a desolated street
To fields of green and meadows
It leads but not a face I meet
Except the shaded shadows
Gone is the 16 Marroway
Gone is the Jansel Square
The junction where I used to stay
Has vanished in the air
My heart’s a cactus on your ground
Under the heating sun
It hopes one day you’ll come around
Although it knows you can’t
You disappeared in the space
But you remain in time
I know for sure there’ll be a place
For us, and some fine wine.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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