The 12 chimes of midnight and the ticking clock
Had slowly faded into silence.
The clock, the chimes, had been her rock
As she sought reality with reticence.
Denny still heard the echo in her mind
And clung to the chimes as they had been.
She wasn’t sure what she would find
When the dreams began again.
Deborah A. Bowman, copyrighted 2014