A Prayer for Dawn
Now I lay me down to sleep
in the thick stench of midnight.
Blue curtains conceal the world from
the dank blackness within,
shifting slightly when the draft of air
would pace by its fluttering edges.
Blue curtains, little locket swaying,
dancing to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
Blue curtains, little locket, purple doll.
Purple doll with bouncing curls and lively eyes,
watching the endless dance with endless pleasure.
With her curling lips
she is my effigy,
I her inheritance,
she slid from the hands of my grandmother
to my bedside table
and awaits her future with eager anticipation.
Blackness from my midnight slips from my open eyes
and leaks into the room, taking me with it.
On my big wooden bed
my body sinks forever into mortality
as its buoy is cut afloat.
Restless footsteps replace my heartbeat
an stifled murmurs mimic now my breath
as the black seeps out into the streets
and dawn burns the remnants to dust.