I see the source beyond the light, the shadows cast upon the night. Unremarkable aspects of the world, before my eyes they are unfurled.
Through blinding white and burning gold, a simple streetlight - naught to behold. A black shape falls upon the wall, it\'s true small form appears so tall.
A quiet hum, the footsteps sound - the rush of tyres upon the ground. A smell of rain within the air, on an autumn night both soft and fair.
I lay here now upon my bed, a single pillow supports my head, piano music fills the room - a previously undiscovered tune.
Dissected here, this average night - though sleep should come, my thoughts take flight. A gentle moon with subtle might, on all this - shines a glowing white.