shadows from the day, dust laden
tied loosely to the sound of footfall
enter the house.
The shadows dissemble and spill
over the house, even to the unkempt bed.
The moonlight is caught in the bars
of the window sill, etched on the wall.
silently you walkout into the
widening expanse of the white light.
subodh pandey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-28/
