Lights, warm glow.
Sun, burns hole
in the floor.
Only temporary,
a moment and
the hole moves on.
Now it's on the wall.
Inquisitive eyes,
on divine face
talking to me,
"Why are you
staring
at my shadow?"
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 4:25 PM UTC
Lights, warm glow.
Sun, burns hole
in the floor.
Only temporary,
a moment and
the hole moves on.
Now it's on the wall.
Inquisitive eyes,
on divine face
talking to me,
"Why are you
staring
at my shadow?"