Lying in that upstairs bedroom
Window open to the night
Summer air falls heavy like a
Blanket, making sleep difficult.
Ticking clocks give way to dreams,
While the house lay asleep
A glowing moon spills moody light
Casting shadows ‘cross the floor.
Curtains stir – a silent midnight breeze
Moments are stored in memory
Like a stilled clock whose chain
Is left unpulled
Like the stillness of a notion
Like a still life, a bowl
Of fruit or flowers
Memories live on – emotions, colors, smells
Your freshly showered skin, the silence
We shared lying awake lost in
Thought, your breathing even and slow
Only a sheet
Your beauty captured by the moon
I closed my eyes and left the world
Of conscious thought . . .
Creaking floorboards in the hall
Early light rushes in
Brisk salt air welcomes morning
Seals bark in the harbor
Gulls squawk their greedy claims
To fishermen up to meet the sun,
Reminding me that I’ve come home.