A window on my bedroom's right

Its curtain, a measuring device

Let's through a falling pillar of light

Another in the room, a river of smoke

Chasing, silent, transparent strokes

Until boldly colliding with the pillar, on its path home

I watch it thin as the sun goes down

For all the minutes I've watched it drown

Into the shadows, I'm worried now

I may yearn for the lost rays,

More time with the sun, more time in a day,

Its next visit will not be like today