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.
So beautiful .
It’s a good poem indeed, but perhaps the cliches can be taken out to make it more powerful!
The glory of gloom is quenched at variance into the distant look outside! Exquisite write!
Can allmost feel the Atmosphere.
Great Work.