The Right Side Of The Bed

Lying alone,
there is no more a fight to lose
for the right side of the bed
We always wanted to end up
after making love, on
the right side of the bed

Heard that it snowed
in the mountains last night
Snow draped images
watched alone on news tonight
The wet powdery feel
of fresh new snow
Still imagined in memory remains

The sand clock still sits
on my desk
Distilling memories
pouring sand in a thin line
Extracting every nuance of time
Extruding every moment fine

Every time clock turned around
I lose instants once every while
All moments lost, make a heap
Memories flown from my hoard deep

Inside the desk
are my favourite memories
all together in comfort, tied loose
amongst Escape mixed spring flower scent
stowed away in letters with your fragrance

Open the desk to let
memory vagrant fly at me
Memories that tumble, fall in a stumble
Watch them play their ruse with me
My fingers come away
with faint bouquet of perfume you used

The right side of the bed
The silence of falling sand
You, asking me to write in verse
Me, searching for unknown words
Times that I fought with you
You throw at me, a, I love you
Never did I know what to do
Now wonder, how did that you do?

I still search to hear
The texture of your voice when alone
Turn around to catch
Warm colored, sun-kissed love
in your eyes forlorn

As I lie on the right side of the bed
staring at the sand clock, lonely
They are silent
My distant thoughts
Lost in memories
of their own, I look on...