Moving Objects
When we sleep at night then the house moves
When we close eyes and dream or weep ,depending on our frame of mind .
A blink of an eye they say and things can change
Hurricanes happen ,the earth opens ,wind hurls itself at trees and sea eats up the shore
A blink of an eye and babes are born ,people die or change
A short sleep may be a dangerous thing .
When you awake things are not what they were
You cant find your favourite fork ,a much loved chair
A carpet gone from where it always was ,beneath your bed
Has it really happened ,or is it your head ?
Things have changed
When we take our eyes of things they move away
When we close our eyes and dream or weep ,depending on our frame of mind ,
They leave .
When you awake you are perplexed to find
There is no box of keepsakes beside your bed ,no potions there
No messages left to help you cope
Gone or taken ?Perhaps you’re blind :
They’re really there
You’ll never know
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