Pale light,
\ncover my face.
\nThe clock inside me has stopped.
\nTime has run out.
\nI look into the day
\nand it smiles at me.
\nThere is no certain time.
\nNo last tick
\nwhen I should close my eyes,
\nopen my nakedness to death.
\nI thank the inanimate
\nfor its blessings.
\nTell the stones I love them.
\nThey are so old,
\nso unbelievably young.
\nI am so young
\nand unbelievably old.
\nMy eyes do not want to close.
\nI want them to open tomorrow,
\nbut if my heart must stop,
\nneither death nor I
\nhave much to lose.
\nStones will be left on our graves
\nplaced there by love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Pale light, cover my face. The clock inside me has stopped. Time has run out. I look into the day and it smiles at me.…<\/p>\n