Waiting for
Empty frames
to fill with laughing faces.
Frozen figures
to move into motion.
Necks on shelves
to remain lifeless.
Sensing fingers
to pause on door handles.
Stubborn hairlines
to retire on dusty pillows.
Fascinated noses
to sniff the unaired hall.
Delicate dancers
to stand up with me.
Black hats
to progress across the stage,
to move from head to head,
dance away and disappear.
Waiting for you
to wear my black hat again.
You do, in the picture,
Fading.
© jsmorgane (Jan 04)