a room in rotterdam

lounged moments of well being
in a room with the smaller view
the trees cradle the streets
but the winds rock a curfew
the windowsill thought up
and a sun disappearing nights
a blank stare, broken records
a memory and faded lights
a bridge of iron futures
overlooking emptiness whole
leaps of faith abound here
with burdens of dirty holes
life has found a bitter way
still one full of crowded rooms
around us the hell hounds stray
in the night the darkest blooms