If I lay still.
Can it ever be again
as when it was,
I love it still.
Sleeping still
I lay awake.
Untill dawn comes
and gently moves the covered colors
as the shadow of what then it was,
now gone.
Comes back before it left,
because it was.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-lay-still/
