Sunday, January 9, 2011

My Dreams Have Gone To Sleep

My dreams have gone to sleep.
The television, off,
sitting expectantly,
and the iron,
and the lights,
so sure of another day.
The kitchen sighs,
refrigerator hum,
and the furnace,
urging me to be still.
Go to sleep.
But I feel my way
in the dark.
I know this house.
Eyes closed,
I could dance in this
absence of light and
who would know?
The feel of the carpet
under my feet.
In the beautiful

© LW Publishing 2010

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