Sunset From A Little Room

A painted sunset of shifting hues

Tapped on the lunettes of a little room

Beckoning a child, waking him thus

Giving wings to his lofty imaginations

The great rose window winked out

A purple twilight, far above nudged it away

For the white blooms to swirl around

In the moonshine mists of pearl

A sweet breath–almost hauntingly beautiful

Wafted from the horizon, not far away

Singing of the birds’ returns 

Under this snowy canopy of fragrant elusiveness

The little boy peered out with crystal gazes

Eyes glistening: starry orbs of wistfulness

He dropped to his knees, and there he sat

With an earnest, raw ache

With the fullness of his soul

The heart-hungry child finally slept


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