Faces in the Window
Dusk is fading
And night will fall--
Sleep eludes me.
In my mind
I feel their eyes
Watching from the
Window
I turn and rise from
This dreamless sleep
And float to the
Window
Where faces linger
Like lost souls.
Familiar surroundings
Have been replaced
By nothing more
Than empty space
A black hole
Devouring all it touches
Till only my window
Remains.
Fingertips pressed to the pane
I reach out for them,
They seem familiar
In the unfamiliar oblivion
Of empty space.
Michelle Elizabeth Bernard