As the sun settled into a harmless glow,
the warmth of the day breathed out in a sigh,
shades took over from the shadows,
cloaking everything in its colour.
There were ages of dust still suspended,
musty and old like my years,
groaning they mingled into the stillness of the air
Almost willing to live again.
Slumber came easy, crept under the eye like grit,
and the warmth of bodies melted sheets into softness.
While all this time the stars landscaped the horizon.
Landmarks in the sky.
History of today slipped into yesterday,
A premise for another birth,
Born from the pregnant death of this day.
Life imitates days almost certainly.
As I walk into a crevice in my memory,
I remember. I am alive.
13/3/2002
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