Rise and fall-

the rhythm of life

I hear her mellow breath

By my side.

The room is dark

Not quite black

For in my palm

An enchanted rock

Glows blue white

Fighting against the darkness

Encroaching, shrouding

My weary face

Saggy eyes

Ruffled, tousled hair.

I stare in trance,

Hypnotized,

Watching the pictures in motion-

Dogs dancing,

Kittens mewing,

People falling off horses,

All in technicolour.