What was that sound she heard that woke her one Saturday morning? |
(A Perspective on a Picture) Link to Picture https://www.flickr.com/photos/patstr95/26451561988/in/gallery-flickr-72157693015... I heard the sound, it woke me. He lay there sleeping, still. Breathing light, not stirring I moved the pastel quilt Thoughts drifted in cold waves Into my dream filled mind Pulling back pale curtains Wondering what I'd find The cold winter shadows Flowed calmly through my soul I saw him stir, the light disturbed His dreams, his eyes stone cold He asked the time, what day I found the words, explained This clawing at my heart An unnatural pain Something's wrong, not right The house across the street Always quiet yet feels loud People we never meet Secrecy, hidden signs The noise I heard, I know Radiated, moved through The winter's lying snow He joined me at the window To watch an empty place Full of people sleeping I watched his doubting face This day had come too soon We left the bed unmade Pushed away uneasy Thoughts of alarm would fade But sirens, lights, chaos Disturbed our breakfast peace The house red forever He'll never be released The sound I heard, gunfire She wouldn't wake again He told them if they asked That now she's not in pain. |