Theres a window I know

3:00 o'clock ticks the clock

the clock, my window

shines a bright stretch of beaming sunlight

across the wooden floor to my face.

Upon my face the day's star stares at me

blinding me in a room of dark.

my room of dark with a spot of bright light

light bright enough to blind.

I've become familiar with this friend of mine

this friend of mine in one square

letting me know there is relief under this red rock

this red rock ironically being cold and dark.

the world of cold and dark disappears under my red rock.

under my red rock, the sun shines through my window.

my window has become my oasis in the world of my desolation.