Rebecca

Rebecca was awakened on Tuesday
By the sound of the bells in the town
She stared at the spot where her shoes lay
Tortured, and tangled, and upside down

She washes her face in the mirror
Carefully closing her eyes
And humming so no one can hear her
She reaches for her day disguise

The sunlight is screaming at midday
Melting her moonstone ring
And barefoot Rеbecca walks her way
Dreaming drеams high noons won’t bring

She creeps into the clock shop
To buy back past hours of time
But the clock hands fall off
And the pendulum drops
And the Cucoo cries waste of time

Rebecca sits on the curbstone
And dreams back to a day when she knew
Laughter and love
And her days were sun-green
Setting the table for two

She hung her mask on the China berry tree
And gone to sit on the stairs
And while she waits for the water to boil for tea
She slowly brushes her hair

The dust of a dreamer’s day falls to the floor
With the dreams of a dusty day
She picks up her memories and walks out the door
To the attic where she locks them away

A phonograph turns on a song from the past
While the day melts down into night
She looks at herself in the looking glass
And finding nothing new there
She turns out the light