The Sundial

The Sundial - Psyche

Sleeping alone at night

In an empty house

No one can hear your

Lonely sigh

The walls are wide

And claustrophobic

Where will you go

Drown your sorrows

The phone never rings

The shadow of the night

Permeates the empty space

Where emotion

Once reside

There was a time of colour

And cheerful faces

Now like dust

All becomes

Black and white

Catatonic

Like the sundial

Shifting time

Another day

Is all in motion

Spring leaves to fall