| You reminded me just how dark we are. And you say your life has changed, everything in its perspective-- Life and death. I'll just sit by the window --Is it time yet-- and watch the sun set --Is it-- 4:31 pm. You cast everything over with shades of tragic beauty. Blue, gold, black, fragmented light, somehow broken. I used to love the darkness and you make the sun set at noon. --Is it time-- No. We'll watch the clock for hours. |
| Not Enough Light |
| by Kevin S McFadden |