It's rather difficult
To explain
What kind of light
Ought to bathe
A winter living room
It cannot be too dark
And clearly none too bright
Its emanation we want
We seers
For on strolls
It's a sofa
And the yellowish
Whitish
Glow
Of a room without television
But with such
Lampish deliberateness
No mere bulb can transport
A room to this flow
Corners must be handled
Ceiling must be measured
And light vectors must be considered
It's no one time thing
More like a painting
Tweaks
And shades
And perhaps even fire
But do not relent
Until that light is just right
Not only for you
But for the meanderer at night
Roman Ryan 