Friday, 30 January 2015

Collecting, gathering, memories



Curled up in bed
Outside it is misty 
Her lips painted a dark red
The books piled up next to her are getting dusty
(dust on the shelves
(frosty windows)

Long fingers gently wrapped around a freshly picked flower
Her breathing soft and slow
Closing her eyes to sleep for an hour
(ticking of a clock)
/ (the shadow of a spiderweb)

A moment of infinite silence
For a little while the world is timeless
(connecting freckles
(a bird flies past
(silence) at last