My cave known but by candlelight.
The rain pours down, through cracks it spreads;
But does not threaten; peace reigns in dread.
A human peace?
A fickle peace?
Sometimes,
No more.
Yet moments come, I find myself
Stretching for the door.
My cave seems tight
Can't hold the light.
Beyond the wall,
Beyond my call,
To sit here in the night
I search for "why"
In voiced dread sigh
But all I get is candlelight.
Sitting here in dark of night
Bathing in but candlelight
The rain pours down, through cracks it spreads;
But does not threaten; peace reigns instead.
A human peace?
A fickle peace?
Sometimes,
Far more.