writer

Exhausted of confinement,

A sigh escaped me

To meet the evening so warm and tired.

So after weeks I opened the bedroom window,

To see how calm the world could be sometimes,

And to witness the silent night.

But when my heart cozied up

To this new found world,

Through eyes that drank its serenity,

A gentle zephyr brushed past my cheeks,

Like a forbidden lover’s kiss.

It whistled past my ear,

Like something he’d gently whisper

To make me week in my knees.

It was as if it tried to lure me outside,

And tease me for I can’t.

When now, it can sore through any sky,

Not a single dust-grey cloud to cross its way,

For the fall of the perpetually rising smoke and embers

Had set its spirit free.