11-09-04,....and it was beautiful.
For the past 16 months, I have kept my bedroom windows cloaked in deep purple curtains and sheers -closed at all times .
The upper arched window provided the only full light to the room , it was always especially beautiful in the early morning when tiny rainbow flecks covered my ceiling from a row of crystals I had placed there awhile back .
I have been spending more time in this room lately, working on my college class.
Today I realized : what I thought was my privacy I was protecting , I was actually hiding , cocooned inside the dark curtains .
No one could see in - but I could also never really see out.
Suddenly , I pulled the curtains aside and looked out my windows ,as the late afternoon sun swept over my neighborhood .
The golden glow was mesmerizing.
Behind me my stereo was playing this :
Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun
~Memory from "Cats" sung by Sarah Brightman.~
Look
A new day has begun:
I think my spirit is continuing to heal.
