Monday, February 10, 2014

42. I Love ... lamplight in a window.

I am drawn to it
like a moth to a candle.

It makes me slow down
and want to peer in.

It makes me want to
go in
and sit down
and ask them what
quiet task they are about.

It is a gentle soul
that abides by the
soft, golden glow of lamplight.

A soul that would not mind
if I came in and sat quietly
with them for a bit.

I am drawn to them,
to what is in that lamplit room.

it is 
peaceful and quiet,
gentle and deep.

it is welcoming.

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