Cellar

My love is to gaze out the window,
Lingering in this damp cellar,
As heaven's rays shine upon me
To cherish the warm moments of show

But every blink proves mnemonic
Of the moss and cold concrete
And the nights lit by a single wick;
The tears remain on sheet.

I adore the sun set up high
But even it, as it leaves the sky,
Brings days of silhouette leaving I
Into a cellar, this cellar of mine.

Water trickles from leaks above
Like my stars that have fallen
In a metronome out of the night
Making my days imprisoned.

Yet through the window, the trees,
The blue sky and sun up high
While beautiful in perception
Makes time worth counting.