Last Days

Dark was the world beneath her eyelids

Or at least to us that’s how it seemed

As her mind became a vacuum whilst she dreamed

Old times became the lady’s only friend

Remembered places crumbled incomplete

Where she wandered in her thoughts

On stronger youthful feet

Forgotten childhood memories 

Drowned away the tears

Took her back to look upon 

All her yesteryears 

Each day appeared in colour

A transparent hazed display

White light lit the shadows

Shone through the shades of grey

Waiting in dead silence 

We counted every tired breath

Reaching out with trembling hands

She seemed to welcome death