Where once she was filled with starlight
Sparkling in her eyes
Now she lives in a strange twilight
Where the moon will never riseHer life is lived in her memories
Pictures flicker in black and white
Showing faded documentaries
Of when things used to feel so rightEmotions in monochrome
Lingering shadows in her eyes
Lost in her internal catacomb
Where the moon will never rise
This one is beautiful.
Loved “the call”! Really good….
Thanks so much!
Internal catacomb… Brilliant metaphor!