The rustle of sheets
accompany the ensemble of clocks:
an echo of my emotions.
I toss and I turn,
The light slowly tickles my feet.
Smile, it begs.
Months pass,
days are swollen up in black holes-
unnoticed.
The creeks of the house gradually dim,
The moon shines her light upon the sleeping figures-
Her light exposes my red-rimmed eyes.
She transcends into my vaulted safe,
Her hooded eyes weep.
A movie plays through my mind,
Forgotten days of days spent together.
The cycle of life moves on…
© Heather R Ellis
March 2010