Time Stagnates

I did not know whether
to resent my dreams; almost
concealed behind an excess of
emotion. I continued the length
of the night: time stagnates here.

Draw the Curtains

His ghost watched her
draw the curtains
across empty air.
She wished he was still alive,
surely her uneventful life
was nothing
waiting for him.

Perfect Recluse

Her anger was furious, her love fierce.
However, she had a propensity to invariably vex.
She learnt she had not once trusted.
She was a perfect recluse,
perfectly contented,
how long before those she notice, you could not climb the frost.