You lay on your back in the hallway,
head towards the door.
So the light from the stained window
could fall across you face
and paint your skin shades of blue.
From the top of the stairs
I watched you
sing songs to the sunlight,
while the birds whistled outside
and the rest of the world
fell silent.
Written For The Daily Prompt: Abstract
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
I could almost see this happening,:nice
Thank you.
Short yet very expressive and nice style.
I’d like to show my appreciation to the picture you chose for this post. Oh, I figured out that I spent few moments staring at it but actually they were years of memories came into my mind through this picture – I used to see this view a lot! Thank you Carol for this post and this wonderful window picture
If I’m honest the picture is a free stock image that I found but I’m glad it works well with the poem. Thank you for taking the time to comment.
You’re most welcome. You have wonderful content here. I’m glad to read it and others