Monday, March 12, 2007

midnight rambler

No need to mourn. No need to shed idle tears. She is not gone. She is just forgotten. By others and lately by herself. Even time has moved on without her.

by her bed
the glass of water
gathers dust

No longer keen to rise from the nest she builds each night. Within this haven she can roam where she likes.

sheets become sea -
pillows billow
as sky

And with dreams like these who would ask her to wake?


polona said...

both poignant and comforting.

Fallen Angel said...

I love the various water images within this piece, from saline tears to dusty drinking water and the nautical alter ego of the bed linen - wonderfully evocative... x