UNOPENED BOOKS

UNOPENED BOOKS

Night after night she sits naked on a unshared bed

breathing in the cool air.

The dreams of her youth

lay scattered on the dark floor.

Her hair hangs long across her shoulders

and the soft pearl moon lights her form,

not young, not old.

The silence consumers her and she wishes

for the release of a new day.

 

Across town a half a world away,

a streetlight shines through a bare window frame.

It cast a pale yellow light

on a empty bed ,with a picture of Jesus hanging at its head.

The man stands as a silent witness to the night,

 Half hidden by the shadows,

the red glow of his cigarette lights his face

 not young, not old.

The wind moves the faded curtains

just so and they speak of nothing at all.