Light

light
streaming through my window
blinding me
i am too lazy to move
and so i sit here
typing this poem
as my pupils shrink
into pinpoints
barely visible
trying to contain 
the pure brightness of it all
i can barely see my screen
i can barely see a thing
all is either purple
or pure blinding white
i don't know why i do not move
but i do not feel the need
the way the light shines on me
and fills me
and warms me
is peaceful
and i imagine 
i am a prism
and that when the light shines on me
it passes right through me
and becomes colors
dancing on my wall
now the sun is sinking
below my line of sight
and i actually am sad
that i am not blinded by the light
for it is wonderful
to forget the woeful sights
for just a few minutes
and embrace the sunbeams