I sit by the window, and look at the rustling leaves, the swaying
trees. The wind blows as if with a purpose, a purpose to stir up all that
sleeps, all that lays dormant, all that lays forgotten. I look out and think
how different it all seems, how strange it all feels as compared to the mundane,
purposeless rush of traffic every day. When the few trees look bored, look
dead, just standing as the slow traffic trudges by. Strange it is, how the rush
of people looks so lifeless on some days and how a lone walker, fighting
against the headstrong wind, clutching at his jacket moves forward with all his
might, how alive he looks, how alive the wind is. As I think of this, I think
of dreams, of feelings that are most alive in utmost calm, in utmost silence…
in times like today. Like, when I read, when I walk alone sometimes… when I
look out of my car window… when I am just about to fall asleep in his arms… and suddenly a piece of paper flies in… brown
and worn.. I catch it as it flies in through my window. Slightly crumpled,
slightly torn yet preserving the story it tells. No name… just a poem.. a night…
a lifetime…
The wind calms down, having fulfilled it’s purpose, awakening hope
in me that their story is true, awakening joy at knowing their secret and
awakening a desire to share it with the world…
A cup of coffee, warm and strong
A warm pullover, tad too
long
Rain drenched moonlight
Droplets on my window pane
A half-read book, by my
side
The road lays bare, empty
and wide
Lost in memories, a
dream in sight
Our hands entwined,
walking in the rain
I hum that song
As we walk along
In that magical night
Blessed by the stars, the
moon, the rain
I look up at you, my
prince by my side
A smile, a blush, eyes
twinkling with pride
You turn and hold me,
close and tight
A memory, a dream, the
truth: simple and plain
Then we said so long
But we couldn't have been
more wrong
For, in that magical night
My heart felt a piercing
pain
Even though I tried
My love for you I couldn’t
hide
And I knew it was right
My love, my dream, blessed
by the rain
With me you walk, proud
and strong,
A life lived together,
happy and long
Hands still held, eyes
twinkling bright
I hum a song, of love that didn't wane
I still look up and swell
with pride
I’m old and wrinkly; still
you’re by my side
I remember that dream,
that magical night
When I dreamt of this, by
my window pane
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Anonymous
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