My eyes on that door the silent lane beckons <br />My fingers scrape that door <br />Nobody opens it any more <br /> <br />My eyes brimming the silent lane beckons <br />Memories flow; how many have walked these old streets <br />And how many do not any more? <br /> <br />From the inner world of my own inner world <br />Comes the answers of despair <br />Comes the images of you there <br /> <br />Sunlight and silence, people pass me by <br />In the cavern of the past some of this will remain <br />The present is now free from pain. <br /> <br />Copyright 2008 Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-silent-lane/
