from the cool recesses
of the dark house
came her soft words
as she sought out some rational
meaning to endless day
as she sought some way to capture the world for her own uses
to shield her from the harshness of the unfiltered sun

the world outside the house flows
but inside the stillness of inky shadow
leaves one creeping across the carpet
disturbing the dust in the shafts of light
watching it swirl in the whims of breeze
so finally you come to rest at the edge of light
and mesmerized you loose yourself in the expressions
the day makes out of the small spaces
between your every moment

this shaft of light near me moves and
falls to the floor in neat lines along
the bright surface of cream tiles
like a face revealed one empire sad eye at a time
as day shifts so dose the light
it slowly walks to the walls frozen clock
its silent face dusty with regrets
and strolls finally from golden sunset to
the distant cry of night
leaving us still in the silent room
with the images of majestic time
and feelings warm with passing smiles

she once again calls out
from the cool recesses of the house
pleading that day be returned to her
she was cheated of her share of its warm light
and now desires it with a lazy lust
she wishes to sip its cool wine
she wishes to adore its colourful dawn
and its heavy air before thunderstorm

i await the dawn
so i can retreat from this theatre
of the incarnate dream
so i can breath again of the summer like air
so i can forgiven again
so i can be young again
in a shaft of sunlight
beneath the summer trees