Those Who Have Fallen Asleep

From those who have fallen asleep

To those who endure endless night,

Shadowed treasures to keep

Of those who have fallen asleep.

The dark hides the wounds so deep

Left by souls in their flight

From those who have fallen asleep

On we who endure endless night.

A Simple Upstairs Room

I saw this photo on someone's blog a week or so ago -- forgive me, but I can't remember whose (see previous post - heh). Anyway, the image has rumbled around in my mind until this:

A SIMPLE UPSTAIRS ROOM

A simple upstairs room
usually shared by two,
different now.
Bigger.
The floor clear of shoes,
books by the bed
stacked and sprawled,
screaming to be read
or simply caressed,
cold, neglected,
crying for a hand.
A simple upstairs room
usually shared by two,
deserted now.
Shirt still on the peg,
heart still beneath
the cover of the bed.