In darkness filled with deafening silence,
I wander these streets long forgotten.
My fingers graze the dust on the walls of time,
Finally I may hold a candle and walk these roads…
Among the stories I never told.
Taking the rusty keys from under plant pots,
And opening creaking doors…
Now cracks appear,
With silver light streaming through them,
Flooding the silent city,
Chasing away the lifeless cobwebs.
The sheets are torn away,
And the city is bright once again,
Filled with words I never knew I had,
And I can write once more.
~ Bluebell Rizzi