The Window

The moment she opened the window,

And unveiled the curtains, a fresh breeze

Touched her eyes ,which began to glow,

And later purled tears down her lashes...

It revealed her dreams; her precious dreams...

She too had dreams; once she took them together

And locked them in a golden case.

I don't know how she missed that golden case

I don't know.................

Now as she looked through the window,

She saw the disturbed sky and the drizzling...

Those far trees covered the secrets of the jungle...

But they couldn't prevent those humming bees,

For bees enjoyed the freedom of nature ,

What she was denied of.

She knew her dreams won't attain life

But she still loved those .....

The sea revealed the wrath of nature

Still there is a drop of love at it's core.

Will it give her dreams back?

Will these inner light above the skies

Make her dreams come alive?

Still the dreams remain dreams

In that golden case which she had already missed.

Will these glowing stars spill some light, so that

It could break through and reach her dreams?

Will this silver moon shower some silver light,

That could touch her dreams and make them alive?

But it never did so...

And at last she fell beside the window

And saw her dreams which flew far through the window.....

Angelica Antu