The sun sighted as a Galilean dream

As vision faded from the grasp of Winter

A kid leaned out of the window

Whispering out what he needed to say

But in needing to blurt it out

His mind submerged in uncertainty 

Choked between a tearless cry

And a cheerless laugh

As with notated thoughts all about

His room was littered

And the sidelined life he adopted

Was cast to the morning

With flights of fantasy fed

Imagination held a strange grounding 

For from there a path ever meandered

It's continuation stalled by ellipses

So though the page was written

It had yet to be turned to

Meanwhile the day had siphoned

The warmth of the house and of him