Thank Goodness For a Sun
Thank goodness for a sun,
the rays that cross the plane!
My office remains melancholy,
a dimness I defend.
Daily I defend this muted light,
thinking it "muse", drinking it blind.
On overcast days, I get away with it;
be it blinds pulled, or curtain down
(rarely both: I'm not an ANIMAL!),
a ray or two may lift the room,
cause a breath, pull me out.
In day, the birds do not distract so.
Outdoor noises are immaterial.
Night of course, is a cause in itself.
At these times, sleep is a mistress
I dare not court, nor think about.
Night draws and draws, she never gives back.
Thank goodness for sun, and a nap on the day.
Earth's elegant axis, Sun's elegant ray.
~TH~ http://wrongwaywriteway.com
Copyright © Tom Hitt | Year Posted 2015
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