Last night,
When you were closing the window
To shut out the air,
I felt like the sill and I felt like the latches.
The ones who dangle like orchids,
Sway by sway. Persuaded
Like a naïve child
Awaiting, something glorious to happen.
And I was a smothered wood
And I was wind-moved metal
And you were the only one doing
And I was the only one — ..... ...... staring.
As the final breezes were staggering curtains
They brushed past your arms as you
Sealed up the night.
And you turned around and looked at me——
(It takes more than comfort and dignity
To feel like you are living
It takes love and sacrifice
And it takes possession - Of Self——)
So, you walked towards my sitting posture
And you left the window behind you satisfied,
It thanked you when you left, for granting it
The chance for recognition – the chance to live.
And as you gradually approached me,
You faded with the stillness in the air
And you left me brimming with undying hope and love -
Gladdened that You happened.