closing
the shutters down
as day’s first light appears,
lighting everything which is dark-
sleep-time
appears
And that is when my dream breaks…
The cackling of the birds
the sound of the church bell
the whoosh of the lightly blowing wind
the drop of the drizzle like snow
the faint laughter coming from across the road
while I am sitting here
watching through an old tainted window
sipping on a cup of hot tea
a faint smile appears on my face
and that is when my dream breaks.
HA's Place 