Requiem for the Daytime Sleep

it rains with eyes without eyelids
slithering through stuck windows
between men left thoughtless
without remembering the dead
never dressing in their Sunday clothes
feeling no more lavender scent
only round eyes gathered in heaps
wide open eyeballs in sub-urban polar nights

the children and the old and the saint relics
stay right like moist matches
in forgotten boxes in locked drawers
in pantries without electricity circuits
the rain found them beyond any wall
no one was left to care about darkness

Categories: My Poems in 2012 | Tags: , , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “Requiem for the Daytime Sleep

  1. Very strong, Cristina.

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