When The Clocks Have Stopped

February 22nd, 2014 by Magdalena Tabor

And so, I lit a candletwo girls walking together
When I heard the news.
And set the kettle to boil.
And walked with you
On the avenues
Of a hundred years ago.
Two twigs bent in the wind
And wondered…
If we knew then
What I know now,
With one of us here
And the other…
And the flame burns steady.
And my tea’s gone cold.
And the hour grows late
In your timelessness.
What is sleep?
Just another form of…
What is sleep
When the clocks have stopped?

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