Keeping Company by Harus

Small room in my home. I sit with my back against the wall. Looking into the corners of this night. I come to face the sum of my life looking down at me. Possessions, comforts and photographs, all of them, the gargoyles of the towers I have built. I hear a sigh high above me. These fingers playing with taut wire on wood, hums becoming a whisper of things yet to come. Take my eyes today and I can still see you in nothing. Rose and fall against the coming light, you preformed a private sonata just for me. Too tired to reach you, trying too hard not to slip away. Please don't let this dream end, the dream of knowing you.