Until

NN Lambert; Me, Myself And I; Until


I’m the words,
Those playing freely
And when time comes
I’ll lay down
On the bottom
Of chest wooden,
In loft dusty
Of lost town.

I’m the pictures
Vibrant, abstract
Proudly shown
To those around;
When I fade
I’ll sit forgotten
At gallery’s underground.

I’ll be waiting
Years and ages
In this darkness;
For the light
To be shed by one heart curious
And I’ll touch it
One more time.

I’ll be read
In moonlight shadow,
I’ll be looked at
Day and eve,
Soul to soul with you,
Who holds me…
Feel my fire,
Will to live!

I’m around!
Though you can’t see me;
Full of colours
And desire…
Playful at your eyes and fingers
All alive
Until inspire…

 
BTW: How could you inspire others you think?