Shiver On the Windowsill

21 07 2006

Shiver on the windowsill

 

Nightfall

My eyes

Have become accustomed

To the dark

 

The floor

A black hole

My feet no surface

A never ending space

 

The hallway

So coldly alone

An abandoned memory

Nothing and lifeless

 

The window

Open for a breeze

Curtains dancing

Ghosts of the midnight air

 

Arms reaching longingly

My pale white fingers

Running along

The windowsill

 

I imagine

I can feel the breeze

The curtains

Dancing on my skin

 

It’s time I stop

Going on like this

Pretending every night

And time again

 

As the window descends

The breeze stops coming through

I find a moments peace

And a lost soul moves on

 

 

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