A Sonnet Of Caged Memories

[mistaj]

Sparking up before the air has a chance to clear
Memories and dreams merging like water on an oil slick
Thick smoke clouding eyes and smoke rings circling ears
Trying to disguise sins with a handful of joss sticks.
Candles burning on a wooden altar out of sight
Low murmurs muttered by half comatose guests
Thoughts creeping behind glazed eyes, then taking flight
Myself, a shadowy figure, introducing music without request.
Bare feet on table-tops, covered by ash and grime
Cafetieres empty, being explored by curious toes
A grandfather clock, threatening noise with a chime
Dominating the room where everyone has taken their repose.
Sunlight filling the room, signalling time for bed
The music stopped, the candle burnt out, all must rest their head.