Through my window, the light leaks
Pouring over my room
I can see the outlines
Of a world of gray
The light illuminates the lay.
I make out the edges of the T.V.
And its red dot, glowing so hot,
I can just see into the closet
And the ties, hanging in a knot,
I catch record player in the corner
And it’s ready to burst to life on the spot.
My room, like the world outside
Is void of color, though still
Taking in the light,
Of the night.
The lit shades of my window, still,
Make my thoughts drift out
To the world outside my life,
Lit by a moon and a lamp,
Yet shrouded by Night’s stamp.
I make out the houses in a row
And the chimney smoke rolling off to faraway,
I can just see the shade of a birch
And the leaves dropping, falling away,
I catch the eyes of an owl
And the scurry of its prey on its breakaway.
The world outside, like my room
Is void of color, though still
Taking in the light,
Of the night.
So, as I lay here and fade to sleep
I wonder at what will be.
What shall the Light take away,
As we come upon a new day.
-Andy McRae– -4/29/20-
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