Her light went out
Where sweet warmth once lived
There is now nothing left but dust and shadows
Cobwebs drape gracefully in deep corners
Little heed to them is paid
Days go by
Dawn, dusk, Dawn, dusk
Through the night she fades indefinitely
But among falling sheaths of golden rays she stirs
Dancing circles on tiptoe round and round
Humming softly, methodical
Until, as the sun retreats
Her motions slow to a whisper
Until she is once again still
Leaving the haunting smell of roses lingering into the quiet night