She didn t ask ....

She didn¶t ask for marble, for cushions or for cake; A stream of silver water sewed hems around the lake, Brushstrokes of coloured finches daubed the outdoor scene; Her room alone imprisons those images still unseen. Tomorrow stops and stumbles in the hands of arthritic time; Dreams lose their definition in the creeping sleep of wine.
feb 2011

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