PoetBay.com, the poetry webpage where you can publish your poems and short stories

Left To Write

when there are no more lines left to write
and all the words we used to say have said goodnight,
sleep falls like fields of feathers soft and warm as snow
after all the 'I love you forevers'
the 'why want you know?'
may be an eternity is all there is that waits
beyond this moment we spend like coins in vain
after the spin the losing win, the narrowing straights
Night closes in whispering, 'remember the rain'
and all the lines we used to say, left to write
when there are no more words today, will we say goodnight

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers