Saturday, April 6, 2019

SUN LIGHT



When the early morning sun makes squares of yellow on the dormer wall
with window grille outlines like Mondrian compositions.
When shafts of gold appear across the room casting dark silhouettes
of lamp shades and paintings.
When streams of saffron flow across door frames, book cases,
and the wooden floor.

The night hours end and dreams disconnect in sudden storms of light
that end a nightmare’s racing heart.
The promise of a gilded day calls out like a siren’s song
          to an untethered mind.
The first step into the molten glow inflames an awkward stance
          and feels like a Midas touch.

Then the sun dial begins its sweep of rooms from east to west
          and bathes hidden spaces with radiant light.
Then the shadows declare pursuit, stretch out beyond
          their normal reach, and wreck in shallow waves.
Then the golden touch falters leaving each book without a word
          and each frame without a painting. 


©cmheuer, April, 2019

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