shades drifting

my shoes are worn out
from dancing and running up hills
to sit on benches and sofas has become
my favourite pastime
in my winter cave retreat
I turn to humming childhood lullabies
or listen to the sound of water
dripping slowly from the timeless ceiling
everything is covered with rust
and mould and memories
time and again, the torch flickers
hours go limp
clocks tick backwards
silhou

shades drifting