I have come here
to rest
to restore
I am the only one here

first the deepest
scarlet
then intense red
giving way to
an orange that
would quench a
thirsty world

sitting by the window
writing this
the light pours in
blinding me
as a golden rod

sharp shadows
of my face
silhouette
the wall

o the silence
the silence of it all

you could hear
a leaf fall

02/11/2014