Slow Raise and Sunshine

So much can change from a flick of hair
As if curtains to a darken room
Let the light break through like a curious glare
To the corners once deemed as doomed

The spiders retreat behind web tangled forts
Foreign to this brighten scene
Out of the blue comes an awakening sort
Revealing eye of a beautiful green

Tainting the black and whites of common life
Broken and eroded with time
And that curtain dances with hope so rife
That made all words seems to rhyme