Wednesday, July 22, 2009

hiatus.

the room is dark, and small.

there are no more voices.

there are no more false smiles.

prayers have been said,

the moon

(or the rain,

or the night)

fills the frame of the window.

go to bed.

the day is done with,

the day is closed.

this room is yours.

for a little while,

you belong to you.