how many evenings <br />I waited in the night <br />with my candle <br />and a thorn in the heart <br /> <br />absorbed <br />in old memories <br />silence <br />are my words <br />that time <br />have stopped singing <br /> <br />Empty words that dip <br />in white sheets <br />and come alive <br />before my eyes <br />making poetry<br /><br />Des Agos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-sheets-2/
