Light Through the Linen

Linen white... It blurs the world outside

Everything is soft-edged. Like a memory

I like it blurry

Don't open it yet

Let the light filter through

Let the world wait... Behind the curtain

The street looks like a painting... in gray

I'll just let the shadows... lead the way

If I don't look... it's not there

Hiding in the linen... without a care

Soft. Softer still

The linen holds the morning. And always will

Don't open it yet. Let the light filter through

Let the world wait... Behind the curtain