Groping through darkness
Groping through darkness knocking everything down. Down into enormous night where thoughts unravel. Memories moan past us as shadows quiver across walls. We lie pinned to bed sheets like captive butterflies. Dry butterflies...our throats are brittle, eyes turning from light. Sore arms reach for anything soft to hold. Remembering seasons gone by. So many lost promises. This huge moment surrounding us. Wide awake we wait for the new day.