Good Night Sadness

Good Night Sadness

 

I lie in bed staring at the ceiling

I know it's every line

I know how the shadows fall

and wait for them 

to hide the sadness 

written there

before I close my eyes

I slip into a dream

bleak and bare as the ceiling

Even the moon is bare

and cold as stone

 

A watchful tree stands

rigid, silent, accusing

 

A violin begins

to keen piteously

 

A butterfly -  merely

a fragile shadow of itself

flutters, trapped

in an erratic flight

 

A rose weeps

a putrid bouquet

There are no shadows

here

Here there is no

 escape

from the sadness

written on

the ceiling

©Rose

 

This piece was inspired by Paul Eluard

'Adieu tristesse/ bonjour tristesse/ Tu es inscrite dans les

lignes du plafond'