Masking

Room

From a dim lit room,
I see the light outside.
Through a dusty window, 
Across a filthy room.
There\'s a sea of scent,
And a musky haze. 
As waves of darkness,
Crash into my thoughts. 
Each crack I can find,
Only widens the loss. 
But it seems to be fading,
That lovely lovely light. 
I see no dusty window,
Just white.