WORDS OF THE LIVING

(MORNING SCENE)

Light sleeps through, gold and white
Eyes bow to the great sight
We are forced to look away
As the night, breaks into day

Still the light blinds
Crashing the curtains, blinds
Image of a Thursday morning
Still the pupils are mourning

Buried in a pillow
A gratifying grave
Smoke from a chimney bellows
As sun hits the blinds, yet another wave
Of wonderment

The relentless raid
Continues
The blitz barrage
As their troops renew
The battle grew

Light lassos
Into rooms
A silent invasion
Replacing the dark and gloom

They rise
And open the blinds
Inviting the light inside
And then, the shadows hide