Curtains pulled apart as golden specks
Dance on the peach dyed cotton.
They stand still at the extreme
And observe quietly the buzz
That morning brings with it.
Each second stretched to hold hours
While they patiently wait every day
For a secret rendezvous with their lover.
And when she descends like a goddess
Bathed in glimmering shadows;
Flirting with a touch of a breeze
While the curtains meet and blush,
Whispering sweet nothing's only for
Her to hear.
The windows show their disapproval
By lightly rattling their fists;
Oh but how both have waited an eternity
For their fates to meet.
Moon and stars are envious of their union
While the sun regrets breaking them apart.
And so their saga goes
Of how curtains were born
Only to hold her hand
From dusk till dawn.
YOU ARE READING
Handwritten
Poetry"Sometimes I wonder If this is how it's supposed to be Can I make a choice ? Or is it all meant to be?"...
