lovely your light beneath my door
I trace its edges smooth
I walk in places unexplored
and look up at the moon
if I should ever leave this place
my boat would set adrift
I'd never look upon your face
or feel your subtle shift
so here I'll stay in this dark room
staring at the floor
nothing in this shallow tomb
but your light beneath my door ~
Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield
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