In the swollen dark tunnel he heard her,
Her voice sounded dizzy and blurred,
grasping outwards
through the tendrils of darkness,
he reached out,
feeling for the tired features of her face,
and listening for the luminous, golden voice, that was hers.
But alas, no one was there.
Her voice sounded dizzy and blurred,
grasping outwards
through the tendrils of darkness,
he reached out,
feeling for the tired features of her face,
and listening for the luminous, golden voice, that was hers.
But alas, no one was there.