Joshua’s Dream

the fan is on…
spinning so slowly
the altering shadows
swim through the air,
circling the moon painted walls,
brushing against fluttering curtains.
another shadow joins them,
gliding quietly towards the bed.
soft footsteps engrave
the thick, quiet carpet,
leaving muted evidence.
within the silent world of sleep
life swirls in motion creating
sounds of wandering dreams,
echoes of diminishing footsteps,
skipped beats of breaking hearts.
the gasp of a last breath encompasses all.
the fan is off…