Sun Light Fell
203 Words
The chair whispers where it creaks.
Shadows stretch in summer’s still heat.
Empty plates are scattered around the house.
Silence thickens in the fading room.
It happened, scorched, hot.
The dark wraps what the day withdrew.
"Don't turn on the lights."
The creaking wood holds secrets still.
In silence deep, the shadows spill.
A sunbeam fades, a memory stays.
It's warm. Hot summer. No one knows me any more.
The weightless hands now speak of none.
The day departs; the dark undoes itself
As I Crack the door.
The empty ache, closing, locking.
Loneliness comes, then leaves once more.
Sun spills bright threads on woven ground,
Silent watchers where no steps sound.
I love you, softly, shadows lean,
Their secret flows through what’s unseen.
The shamans trace the hidden stone,
Through rain they bend, through winds alone.
Light kneels, it prays, the room it keeps,
A burning hymn where silence sleeps.
Sun spills bright threads on woven ground,
Silent watchers where no steps sound.
I love you, softly, shadows lean,
Their secret flows through what’s unseen.
The shamans trace the hidden stone,
Through rain they bend, through winds alone.
Light kneels, it prays, the room it keeps,
A burning hymn where silence sleeps.
- Writer
