Crimson windows

You always wrote in that chair
near the window sashes of crimson
Behind oblongs of glass
you wrote words inside circles

We watched you
3am morning and me
balloon strings entwining
Our thoughts dancing with
charcoal rhythms of your mind

I loved to see you drawing us
into a new day
shades of grey
Coloured by leaking curtains
that clung to your hair

We never abused words by speaking
why bother when they're being written
Images clearer than a television screen
Shaped visions on the wall

You always wrote in that chair
Near the windows sashes of crimson
Sketch us again
So I know in a heart beat
In my life you remain