The Gold vase stood,
facing the window vista
Looking onto a street,
filled with darkness,
of lights that peak
Lights of the cars,
up and, down
taking up the,
street perimeter,
all around
Ambrosial treater
Pleasing worthy,
and, divine
The view from,
a window seat,
at that moment,
was all mine
While I sat to eat,
feeling a little bliss,
but a writer can't help,
taking in that writing drift,
when any kind of view,
is in front of you

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney