They used to call me Rhubarb & Custard

A rare day alone, I took the opportunity,
to take a little care of myself,
I treated myself to some sunlight,
as it's a bright, warm summery day,
paley white speckled with pink and red,
drinking up the beams in the rays,
thirsty parched for years of drought,
looked like silver glaring back at me,
from a white winter sun, to spring on snow,
it almost seems to shimmer, like dust,
so reflective, for a glimpse thought I saw,
a shadow of water, ripple across my skin,
look out the window, up at the sky,
empty, summer blue, I see something now,
a whisper thin cloud float across the sun,
like spiderweb thin layer of gossamer net,
Feeble little thing will disintegrate soon.
My eyes start to burn, I take one last look,
at the sky and the trees, close the curtains,
to be left in electrical darkness once more.