By The Window

I rush to open the curtains
To let the sun rays in.
And I bathe in the sweet sunshine
And listen to the birds sing.

I watched as the room turns bright
As if life has sprung from a dead man’s closet.
Because it reminds me of spring.
Though I’ve yet to watch how the colour white turns into rainbows.

But it is enough.

To lay in bed
and watch the clouds above my head.
And as the light gets too strong
I still let it in.

Because days sometimes move too fast.
And mornings are my slow songs.

Then as the shadows start to creep up.
Slowly engulfing white walls
Into black and dark blues.
All the dark coloured hues.

I rush to close the windows.
Afraid that they might come in.
Then I hit the lights on ceilings.
Or let it dance across the walls.

Keep it alive and safe inside.

When the moon is standing strong.
Sometimes I let the moonlight in.
Watch the stars,
And think about miracles and
Impossible things.

Because life sometimes bring me down.
And nights are my getaways.

~S.H.~