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Where?
By La Belle Rouge



where do the wordsmiths go
on days when there is no rain
on nights when there are no dreams
and inside ivory palaces remains
only the shadow of a forgotten child
weeping silently in a dark hallway
with no one there to dry his tears?


where do the lovers go who have
sipped from the cup of heartache
and swallowed the dregs of despair?
what choice have those who can feel
only a profound void of laughter
filled with the ache of numbness
in droughts where rain is a memory?


where do the broken ones go
when heavy doors that never opened
are sealed and bolted eternally?
how do the poets find their words
that have long lain cold and motionless
like ancient fossils covered with silt
at the bottom of their caves of pain?



8/12/2009 La Belle Rouge



Music "Mystic"