Red Shift

Somewhere far off, the light bends
Around the immovable darkness;
It bends around until its rays blend
With the moon’s and finds me in a mess.

It comes in, shimmering, through the stained windows.
Blue moves slowly across the cool floor.
It creeps along until it touches the clothes
Strewn over the back of the chair, ready to pour.

Shifting red hurtling closer,
Coming towards where I sit.
With feet bathed in red, I’m sure
Of nothing but the tick of a passing minute.