Looking Through Stained Glass


A touch of warmth

My eyes slowly open,
to a blend of lightness upon dark

Ochre and orange and indigo merge
In such perfect umbrage
I know not dusk from dawn

Time is in flux

For a few moments
I sift through asleep and awake

High above hints of urban sounds
I have no aural clues
Whether to hurdle up or hunker down

A little too proud

I refuse to cheat
By simply looking at the clock

In just a few minutes
I know I’ll have an answer
But what do I do in this exact moment?

In the warm stillness

I hold my breath
As I wait in anticipation

Then I hear you beckon me to love
And quite suddenly I don’t care
Matters of dusk or dawn a distant chord

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