When shadows just dance above on my sky
Yet painting my shame with secrets to hold
No colours on sights, no trust to rely
On matters which left my thought’s rooms so cold,
When struggle became desire to flame
The dark feelings out and shaping new name,
Your hands I may need surrounding my own
Just as there is here while weakness might prone
To fields of the dumb fear shaking my shirt.
I need you to listen my unspoken hurt.
Sunshine is healing through your kindness’ sight
Yet asking not why, just giving the chance
Of new mornings which rephrase the old fight
On friendship’s warm hands and love’s peaceful glance.
@Simona Prilogan, 02/02/2018, Nottingham