alzheimers

Drip, Dripping Away

"The night is dripping, drifting away, from dusk to dawn"

It's not the drippingthat I always hearit's just the moaning in her sleep resting here beside meThe faucet often awakens me as wellMy sleepless nightswe spend together as she restivelywalks in mysterious dreamsunknown to meAnd I hear the drippingknowing it must...