Building's Eye
A Poem by Sophia Witcomb
I love to leave my blinds open at night
to watch the world wash into a window of black
until I turn all internal lights off
and wonder why I couldn’t see the rich blue before
to watch the world wash into a window of black
and the streetlights burn increasingly garish
and wonder why I couldn’t see the rich blue before
when I was searching in the blackness
and the streetlights burn increasingly garish
jealous of the stars I search for past their burning
when I was searching in the blackness
as lights search behind closed eyelids
jealous of the stars I search for past their burning
lights bleeding into each window of life
as lights search behind closed eyelids
and I wish I were washed away in a window of black
lights bleeding into each window of life
when internal lights turn off in privacy lies
and I wish I were washed away in a window of black
I love to leave my blinds open at night