The unlatched door of
My room that opens to
A wide terrace.
It sways back and forth
To the swish of the
Incoming wind.
The Hinges grate,
It creaks- grr grr..
Like an Old man's
Snore to his disappointed
Dreams. Who knows,
That no one is ever going to
Come to meet him.
Blurry eyes-
Even the light is
Hesitant to enter.
Runny nose-
The air is afraid of a
Seamless exchange.
The winds come
Constantly and Dreams
Knock regularly but
Both overlook all the usual
Hints- In search of
Something that has
Greater meaning-
Eventually ends up,
Alone and waiting.
Unlatched and creaking.
Once in a while, had he
Listened carefully..
He would have heard
Her song and latched
The door and
Slept early beside her
Without any nightmares
Or snore.