Heavenly Light
Wrote this when I was 16. It's for someone I probably owe more than I admit.
I like this light that streams in through my window and fills my heart I don’t know what time of the day it is, or where I am. I can’t seem to attribute this light to any particular time or place. Nor can I identify or locate its childlike rays. This is what they must’ve had in mind When they said ‘mellow’ and a lot of other things they didn’t say, Because they had no names. Neither is the sun glowering at me No...
