The pillow glows behind my head

- or are my eyes just slow to wear off?

Backpain flew skyward

when I forgot

Unassisted, I remember myself,

right here

I'm ready for the night,

but darkness hesitates 'round my bed

Anna's tomato & paprika plants

share the eastern bedroom with me

I'm mot lonely

The house sits attentive

like a cat at a mouse hole;

I feel it not moving;

the windows aren't even blinking;

the doors dead silent, standing guard

- but I hear the forest breathe softly

all around,

the Moon leaning in over the horizon,

careful not to make things worse

VARIATION:

Slow To Fade

The pillow glows behind my head -

or is it just my eyes

that won't let go?

Back pain dissolved into the evening sky

when I stopped remembering

Unaided, I recall myself,

right here

I'm ready for the night,

but darkness circles my bed

Anna's tomato & paprika plants

share the eastern bedroom with me

I am not alone

The house crouches watchfully,

like a cat at a mouse hole;

I sense its stillness -

the windows don't even blink,

the doors stand mute om guard

- yet I hear the forest breathe, softly,

all around,

as the moon gently leans

across the horizon,

careful not to make things worse