Evoking the Sun
There are strained lights by the window,
The street lonely, pavements still, narrow,
On many unkempt panes- hung hues of missed sorrow
Drawn curtains flutter onto an agonizing marrow.
There is yet some cheer of melody in the air,
Your nimble, fluttering, footsteps I can hear,
Raindrops now lash in pain that does care
Fear lurks deep within, hid, uncertain, unsure.
Beyond the rims of your glasses,
I wipe the tear stained lashes,
Medicated radiation packed flashes,
The anguish then momentarily vanishes.
The lights are dull and dim now,
In sad steps, they quietly withdraw,
I return to my worrisome burrow,
Await the sunray bring hope the morrow.