Deep night pulls at the cords
Holding the curtains open to the empty street and pale yellow street lamps
No owls or slinking cats hovering in the shadows, waiting
Chance ticks off another point in the corner
Just beyond where the bulb throws itself around
We have something to lose in the spaces
The cracks and dipping floors
Something like the pieces
That we let fall there
We have something to lose in the remembering
Unclear and half forgotten
Too painful to hold onto
And to precious to let go
We have something to lose in the living
Something to love in the dying
Something to share in the being
Something to live in the sighing
And whispering of another morning
Before dawn fills the pavement and concrete
And low clouds mingle with the rising sun
Sitting here in the darkness
watching, listening to the evening stories
The clock tell its tale once again
~
Feb 2012
lei fraser 