Kinds of Light



I'm looking out through my window,

The light lies flat upon the landscape,

Some of the greens remind me of 


a place, a time when I felt flat,

when the brightness of life had left

everything forgot it had ever been


until one morning when you open up

the curtains and the sun streams in to show 

the motes dancing among the dull furniture


I think about dancing too. 




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