Night Watch Poem by Michael Burch

Night Watch
by Michael R. Burch

Moonlight spills
down vacant sills,
illuminates an empty bed.

Dreams lie in crates.
One hand creates
wan silver circles, left unread

by its companion—unmoved now
by anything that lies ahead.

I watch the minutes
test the limits
of ornamental movement here,

where once another
hand would hover.
Each circuit—incomplete. So dear,

so precious, so precise, the touch
of hands that wait, yet ask so much.

Published by The Lyric, Carnelian, Net Poetry and Art Competition, Poetry on Demand, Famous Poets and Poems, ImageNation (UK) . This is a poem about someone who has lost a life companion sleeplessly watching a clock at night. The clock's minute hand has lost its mate, just as the speaker has lost his/her mate. Keywords/Tags: watch, hands, handicapped, watching, time, movement, moving on, circles, cycle, cycles, circuits, minute, minutes, limits, wait, waiting, vigil, death, incomplete, reunion, companion, ahead, night, bed, moonlight, crates