Eternities to sun rise

white arms anchoring in white sheets
tensed fingers hold tight a nightdress woven by threads of time

Gliding heavy curtains flood the cambers of her heart with light
A heart beat cannons into the wooden chest and washy grey eyes long for bonding
Strong arms take up the glassy body and clasp the legs which can not walk

A warm rain showers the longing dry soul
Wrinkles of time breathing lust of live
Velvety fingers, foam dying too fast and the moment vanishes
A mist of silent tears
Towels scratching her translucent skin
A body jailed in polyester
Wheeled in the dining room of the nursing home she was placed by her children 12 years ago
and all what she has left are 23 hours waiting for tomorrows sun to rise