Beside a dusky room, they stood,
the lamp and the window, misunderstood.
In silence long, they watched the night,
One shone within, the other framed light.

The lamp spoke first, a steady hum,
“I light the dark when all is numb.
In shadowed corners, I give my glow,
But never the world beyond, I know.”

The window sighed, its panes ice-cold,
“I see the vastness, skies unfold.
A thousand stars, the moon’s soft grace,
But I cannot touch the warmth of this place.”

“You wish for depth,” the lamp did say,
“To know the warmth, to feel the day.
Yet I, confined within these walls,
Long to break...