Windowsill

If I'd fit in the windowsill I'd plant myself in your direction, I would = use the sun's energy to make this place destination. How dare I hate = this space I occupy, I'm left to my devices, turning to light I'm = waiting for the cue, to beckon to the shoot, and break the crust upon = the soil. Lack of light the iris expands, my eyes abosorb a power coming = from behind my dim room, in my den amber and damp, as if lit by faith = alone, I've been more faithful than you know. Submitted by: Mel