Looking out of my bedroom window

As I stare at the space above

The gold ball glazing hot

A hardback just beside me

He has been my companion for long

A broken wine glass and it’s spill

I can’t turn my head to face them

But I can see the sun glistening up the oak

Jealous for it being sun kissed

I want to poke the oak with the knitting needles

The pavements are awake

You wake me up from a hazy conscious

I want to feel the caressing lights

Which I will adore and hate

I am your sunflower

Yearning that you’ll pierce my heart silently