Somewhere in the Sky

Wax drips down the
candle
On a wooden table
As I sit in an old
chair
Near the open window
Of my third floor
room

I feel the slight cool
eastern wind

I watch reflections of
dim lights on
Harbor waves

I dream of seabirds
flying to a place
Somewhere
in the sky
High above the clouds

Where it is bright

Very bright...

-John DaPrato