pink rose glasses

She counts the seconds ticking by
while he is sleeping on their bed.
She gathers dreams from her deep mind
and puts her pink rose glasses on.

While he is sleeping on their bed
she calls his name with tenderness,
as ghostly shadows fill the room
that ride the walls and skim the ground.

She gathers dreams from her deep mind
where light and shadows play the part
of hide and seek, of bloom and doom,
then sighs and wipes away her tears

and puts her pink rose glasses on.
The man is whimpering in his sleep
and while she hears and feels and aches,
she counts the seconds ticking by.