16/11/2016 Finding value, like gold, where others can't see it
It's very dark in here,
this deep black, almost blinding.
Eyes plucked from my skull,
all I have left is to feel my way
with my heart outstretched.
That's how I find you
like an old painting
hidden under layers of dusty cloth
in an attic, stashed away...
and there is so much more to you
than even you know.
All your colours,
all your intricacies and idiosyncrasies...
if only you could see.