Curtain Call
- authorlabernathy
- Jan 11, 2016
- 1 min read
The curtains are closed on the windows to our souls
The same recycled air
Drab with callous routine
And repetitive imperviousness
But you have shoved back the dusty drapery
Floating particles drifting down like antique confetti
You let the light in
And it’s blindingly beautiful
The brilliance drawing the dark world around you
And I observe from the outside
Like a feral feline without a home
Wondering what it would be like to live inside your light
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