Old Sunlight
Time it did
For sure
Stand still there
Mirrors cracked
Dead flowers on the
Window sill there
Old sunlight
Straining through
Torn nets there
A single dust mote
Pirouettes
Then dies there
The same old photos
With yellow
And frayed edges
Save long forgotten
Smiles and blushes
A champagne flute
With broken stem there
Empty jam jars
Drowned paint brushes
In the grate
Cold long dead ashes
Do we really want
To go back there
A simple question
Begging answers
Old sunlight on still
Mantle-clock there
Falters
Yes time it does
For sure
Stand still there
Moments locked away
Not yet forgot there
Grateful to old sunlight