It's pretty,
but it kills me inside
to know there is life beyond the light,
which fills this room
at a particular time,
during each season,
for many years.
How I yearn my companys request,
how i've lived some lonely days.
Where the sun sits and
how the rays shines
reminds me of what could,
but hasn't.
Untouchable
and
intangent,
I wish it would glow brighter as to blinde me.
But then I'd miss and long for that lovely light.
