Listening Diary: Refuges

You are my refuge…
Cobbled street portal,
that shelters me from this rain without noise…

Day coat,
night lair,
stealth afternoon asylum…

You are my shield, my sword,
my sixth sense…
My cradle, my claw,
my hidden ringing…

Chosen path,
witness of the suffered…
You are my roof and my bed,
you are from my heart, heartbeat…

Oh, how I miss your arms,
your kisses, your shelter , your scent

Oh, when could I tell you…
that without you, this life…
it does not make any sense…