She Never Sleeps

Her days of sleeping have long passed
Now she walks the halls of my mind eternally
She stops at each painting along the corridors

She reaches to touch my pained face
The image seems familiar to her in some way
As her fingers falls away, her memory fails

Next frame, I am facing away
Again, she touches the back of my greying head
I stir in my restless sleep and breathe icey breath

She stops and remembers a song
From long ago, as a distant echo in time
A smile appears on her face as I stop breathing

A portrait of a man appears
She moves her face closer, looking into his eyes
Suddenly I waken in bed, gasping for breath

Sleep, she never sleeps

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008