Sonnet

Falling Gray

 A Mystic gray covers the town in which she sleeps, 

Unconscious breath, rising chest, haunting memories,

Sheets to help her feel secure a pillow for when she weeps,

Shaking pane, open door, wind that'd stir the sea, 

The sky sings a lullaby, dreadful but sincere,

A blinding light, burning oak, child in the storm,

Unbridled love, a broken heart, mentor for all her fear,

Drapes dance for her soft pale skin and perfect form,

The shaking frame houses loved ones in the night,

Above her roof a battle wages, of celestial light and noise,

Falling gray crashes in the elemental plight, 

Yet still and silent wrapped in cloth, she lays in perfect poise,

For why should I wake her from the palace of her mind,

Where fear is just an old friend and tragedy is kind.