I drew the shades to lessen the day
The glowing room from embers bright
A cold draft from behind the windows pane
So soft the snow amidst the trees
But this I have blocked
For naught, all is not well
A mix of pragmatic emotion
Hidden from all light
A slow dance in the shadows
Here a day-dream, a wish, disease
From winters dreary hand
Is constructed the eaves to the floors
And that which dwells between
A hush
I once found solace in solitude
When breaking from comfort
And a step outside of peace
I will no longer return
What is this my empty space
When heart does follow
To leap from day to day
To find my own meaning
To write, to play
A theatre all my own