a hallway filled with light.
warmth,genteel through air does flight.
amidst the ambered rays,
came a soul of ragged pace.
as sun shine pass in yellow warmth,
the light through walls all louvred, torn,
approached one of not obscured or blocked
but magnificently unvealed, in its sight do gawk.
does shine a face and lit to life,
the gleaming gold waltzed across the sky.
its aging light through time does slowly die.
soon a gleaming pair chases , running forth,
and slows to a dropping tear,
trailing down the cheeks so soft.
the last window, the eighth, i came to pray
to see the final lights of day,
only to be left in dismay,
as it left and never a farewell did say.
now in face of darkness grim does gleams of moon seep through,
why has the sun left me in cold and harsh so cruel.
-Brethren Coulter
in yearn for day to come again
