Time Piece

Time piece antithesis of my memories Wandering you are the light that I’m following The weary voices in the dark are calling out and I begin to walk And every star is shining down on me alone, on me and no one else Lord, let me walk in your garden Lay me, lay me down on the roses Keep me in your right hand Keep me in your right hand The hollow place from where I come Some memory that I must soon forget The heart’s a hallway vast and hushed And far away I hear your subtle steps