Past the Pane

In this room,

Darkness prevails,

Engulfing the tender streams of light,

Streaming through cracks in curtains,

Flowing through streams of dust.

This room is empty,

A pit of darkness that thrives in light,

A well of buoyant gloom.

Yet through those cracks,

Past the heavy curtains,

A world just as dark,

Just as tranquil,

Is still buzzing with life.