07 February 2007

the sun in my office

the way that colours merge on sunlit walls
that whites and yellows brighten into smiles
the way that glory rests upon the piles
of books and papers that's when brightness falls
not from but through the air the moment calls
out to us it asks us to praise the careful wiles
of light we'll do this in our proper styles
as on the door the brilliant marker crawls
a life's story lies upon these shelves upright
or sideways the books appear to spill
out from the wall at you their urgent desire
to merge with mind in the wintery light
with knowledge every empty crevice to fill
to set my dry drab scholar's soul on fire

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