Linger I

A piece of twine an old marble cracked from forgotten play a watch frozen in time hands touching nine old books dusted in fine white rings photos faded where they lay left on the mantle as the ticks of clocks quietly mark time as deities drift through the room of shadows Silence as graves A forgotten place this room forever in night the vanity cluttered with curiosities and things collected in life a piece of twine tied in a bow old marbles cracked from games long time ago frozen on faded watch faces the hands touching the nine books odd old and ornate brown cracked folded Re-read very deep in late sleepless nights collect dust a fine white lace wedding rings family photographs fade forever almost forgotten the clock on the mantle stopped dead echos of the clock linger something odd and ornate completes the silver rays where moon light falls shadows crawl across the walls in this place drifting forever in the night lingers echoes of man divinity is at hand.