Candelabra rusting on the moth-eaten cloth
Old light splinters the fading drapes
Grey glints on the dim silverware
Dust rolls slowly through the air
The dripping tap, long since stopped
A small stalactite reaching down
Cold peace hangs above all
A silence that only time could fall
No embers in the fireplace, just age-long ash
No photos on the mantel, just empty space
The doorbell knows no longer how to chime
Even the clock has forgotten the time
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
Candelabra rusting on the moth-eaten cloth
Old light splinters the fading drapes
Grey glints on the dim silverware
Dust rolls slowly through the air
The dripping tap, long since stopped
A small stalactite reaching down
Cold peace hangs above all
A silence that only time could fall
No embers in the fireplace, just age-long ash
No photos on the mantel, just empty space
The doorbell knows no longer how to chime
Even the clock has forgotten the time