Clockwork


Time arrested:
A cadenced lullaby, would
It be?
Another sleepless
Night as
Rain floods
My balcony?
Owning none but
A candle to enlighten
The midnight hours, or none but
A grimace to brighten
My days?
My living room, dim-lit.
Stained yellow curtains wafting
In the gale that blows them about,
Disheveled.
Rain falls and spatters steadily
Upon the
Concrete pavement outside
My door-
Telepathic communication:
I heard the sun should break through
The slate-gray sky at dawn,
Life is none bur a rainbow in
The wind,
OR
Some other cadenced lullaby,
My candle has just
Burnt out, and
Tomorrow could be a year from now-
None but
A
Trifling reverie….

Claudia KrizayKrizay(schizoclaud)