Sunlight is filtering in.
The floorboards are broken
and the counters deaf with dust,
but somehow,
these weak rays
are highlighting the rose,
the silver,
the gold
in every loose splinter
and wandering mote.
In this sunlight,
it even looks like stars
have settled into the living room
where no one else will walk
and certainly no one will eat.
This is acceptable.
There are beautiful galaxies to breathe
and a precious serenity
in the golden silence.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
Sunlight is filtering in.
The floorboards are broken
and the counters deaf with dust,
but somehow,
these weak rays
are highlighting the rose,
the silver,
the gold
in every loose splinter
and wandering mote.
In this sunlight,
it even looks like stars
have settled into the living room
where no one else will walk
and certainly no one will eat.
This is acceptable.
There are beautiful galaxies to breathe
and a precious serenity
in the golden silence.
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