*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://p15.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2124028-Open-Window-Beside-The-Bed
Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2124028
Extracted from an old journal entry, awake in bed late one night
Time, as it goes, looks not for thee;
Nor the mountains, nor the sea;
For dearest peace, or drearest war --
All these things it passes o'er.

It sees you not upon your bed
Nor hears the prayers in your head;
Colder than the coldest moon,
Darker than the darkest plume:

With sable wing and sable tail
Time passes through the moonlight pale,
Careful not to catch your stare,
Disturbing not the slightest air.

Time, as it goes, looks not for thee;
Nor the flowers, nor the trees;
Old photographs dug up and torn --
All these things it passes o'er.

It sees you not upright in bed
Nor hears the anguish in your head.
Colder than the coldest breeze
That ever roused the fallen leaves,

And stirring with a brittle hum
All the skeletons of autumn
That scratch and whisper near your door --
All these things it passes o'er.
© Copyright 2017 Draper91 (draper91 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log in to Leave Feedback
Username:
Password: <Show>
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!
All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!
Printed from https://p15.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2124028-Open-Window-Beside-The-Bed