The rocking chair is rocking back in forth
Creak
Creak
Creak

I love to look at it, and imagine the world where it sat.
Kids playing, a mother sitting in the chair, knitting.

A time when blue skies weren't a story for kids,
A time when sunsets were beautiful.
How wonderful it would have been to live in a beautiful world.

Now you look at the sky and see stars, a black sky, with stars.
The Sun is a legend.
And there hasn't been a beautiful flower forever, here in the darkness.

The rocking chair tilts forward.
And stays there.
Then it rolls back.
And stays there.
My eyes grow wide, because if it is able to freeze and defy gravity,
as if someone is leaning on the chair keeping it tilted forward,
then rolling back and pushing it,
keeping the rocking chair back.
I would be fine with that

but no one is sitting, in that rocking chair

then I know.

There's a ghost in this darkness.