I have been here before
I just cant think of when,
I remember the desk
And the paper and pen,
The words are all written
The way I recall,
Like windows of light
Shining into the hall,
On their way to a room
Where the sun never goes,
Where the night never sleeps
And the day never knows,
As they look for the hand
That gave life to their song,
When the shadows of truth
Were so vivid and long,
Where the vespers of summer
And winter collide,
Till before very long
There is nowhere to hide,
Until poetry fades
Like the paint on a wall,
Until no-one can hear
When the fading rhymes call,
And all that I know
Is Ive been here before,
I remember the words
And the tightly locked door...