#lost glow

Lost, it's gone, can no longer be seen the glow from beneath the door. Are you sleeping now, are you awake only by the night light of a radiating phone screen held near your still wide eyes?

Have no bed time, just a time one goes to bed. I'm not a child, I just rest my head on my pillow because I choose to.

Once the slivers of light have been extinguished, later hour's of moving through the hall of darkness become a thing. Awake as they sleep, try to follow in their food steps.

Deep sleep is ideal, yet you wake unsure why. Was it a dream, are you in the dark, lost hour's of night taken by a drive of the mind. Can't shut it off, it must run it's course. Sit I the dark waiting for your turn.

In time the glow returns, there are others just like you; now awake during the sleepy night. The glow seen from the cracks of a nearby door frame. You are not alone as you once thought yourself to be. How long will they look to your glow just as you look to theirs...

image: Behind Closed Doors / OrthoChristian.Com

“GARDEN OF STONE”

… All aligned in even row. Some white as snow, some lost glow. Upon their faces, bearing name, To tell us who is below that had fame! … Children, mothers, friend, Famous, infamous, to the end. What difference is it now? For all share the same row! … All frozen now by death! No sound, or breath! Tucked in humble lairs in compound, Peaceful nest in hallow ground! … Some may remember those died,…