Bright Like A diamond...

BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND

The sun shining through my window it's a calling to me
Bright so bright like a diamond, I can hardly see.
Trying so hard lifting that gossamer from my eyes
Impeding the vision from my mind at times no so easy.
That golden eye so bright in my sky's...Lightness within.
Now, deeming somewhat hiding from me,
Like a game of cat and mouse.
Now you see me then you don't.
Hiding behind that cloud, or rather that cloud hiding you
Obliterating from the sight of my eyes
Those rays that are calling to me!
But my head won't let me up
As if drunk I was my room spinning on me
Those rays smiling at me
Yet the sun's peeping in on me!
Winking now and then, calling a calling to me
But my legs won't hold me up such a Bain you see!
As I try moving my room spins on me!
What can it be?
But get up I must, crawling if I must be
But the effort is such leaving me so weak.
As I sit on my bed, the sun's talking to me...
Getting up you must be!
Hello, Mr sunshine!! won't you help me!
From the way am feeling today
Emptiness, within me...
So nice you came peeping through my window greeting me!
But my ass I can not move from my bed you see!
Is this what's coming to me!
This emptiness within me!
Wait!!
Wait for me Mr sunshine I am trying don't you see.
To lift my head from the pillow, without draining me
It's as if am at sea!
Bobbing on the waves nauseously.
Lying down best, option for me, until this feeling leaves me!
Looking out of my window, it's a beautiful day I see
Some lovely clouds white,
Rippling like white horses on the sea...
The sun's not waiting for me!!
It's moving away from me.
Such an effort holding this pen! weakness, that I feel in me.
It's like an ache in my being, not pain you see...
But off course you do not see!!
But get up I must make an effort within me...
Mr sunshine's still peeping at me,
Calling a calling to me...
Get Your butt from that bed
Come and dance with me...
Am here calling, calling you see !!
Thank's Mr sunshine I'll try truly I will...
If that gossamer lifts from my eyes
Impeding, not the vision from within...
Worshiping once again your scintillating ray's,
Dancing indolently in the breeze...
My arm's rising up to the sky's undulating as you go by
Worshiping that golden ball, it's ray's like a crown
Mesmerisingly,
High up, in my firmament...

                           By Connie James...