Perspective

Photographer Unknown

2/10/05

First glance reveals a bulb bereft of filament.
Night approaches, dark encroaches,
even as the noonish sky casts its light upon the town...

Or else, the night was passed in blindness and in longing
for this day's first light to end the evening's fear,
the would-be-sleeper's bane...

Yet again, perhaps one sits and seeks
the world beyond the filament:
gentle warmth upon the breeze of sunset flame,
or cool reflections of the sky at sunrise once again...

Upon reflection, sways perception:

Perhaps the night was sleepless;
perhaps her thoughts were filled with troubled grief.

Notwithstanding, just as likely,
may she not have drifted off to sleep
in dreamless, peaceful slumber;
awakened to the bliss of morning azure firmament,
without a conscious care for broken filament
beside her bed, upon the sill?