A day that can’t come in.
A Sun that cannot find a place to light.
To lighten up the darkness of a wall that makes my window oh so sad.
A wall, that’s all my window ever sees.
A window/wall that I must leave behind.
The only window in my life that the magic of the sunlight could not find.
And today I say “goodbye.”
But how to change this sadness I call mine…
To the happy chatter of my life that I call mine, inside my window/wall.
A painted Sun.
I will paint a painted Sun.
Spikes of gold, and a globe so yellow/orange…
That even the most lighted day could never have it quite that way.
My wall’s no longer grey.
My painted hands have painted on my window/wall a perfect Sun.
So happily,
I leave my window/wall…
to a perfect Sun.