No Shadows in Sight

A brilliantly lighted room

with no shadows in sight,

painted yellow,

guiding me through the night.

The soft, tender carpet on which I tread

caresses my feet, fills this wide and spacious room

allowing a poverty-stricken child to receive his bread.

A crack edged its way in,

extending the whole wall's length,

but you gave it a bit of spackle

and a new coat of paint.

The door is made of steel

and requires several keys to get in,

but you left a window open

as to let the fresh breeze come within.

The room, renovated,

vibrant colors plastered on the wall,

a desert sunset,

not even a single day did you stall.

The velvet curtains

hide behind the immense door,

pushed aside to let the sun shine through,

the new foundation, a hard wood floor.

Illuminated in the midst of the night

by a rather small skylight,

the constellation takes me away

and the sunset leads me home.