Reflections at Day’s End

I do not switch on the light ,

the illumination from the street casts

a pale glow into the living room

where my books are ;

I often sit alone in the dark

looking out of the living room window ;

When I sit like that looking out ,

there is nothing in the window

but the endless sky ;

Occasional stars glitter in the winter stillness ,

sometimes I watch the moon riding past my window

in all its cold and distant glory ,

sometimes the sky is dark and overcast like now ;

and I stare into the blackness

as if wanting to be able

to disperse my weary thoughts

out into the void.

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