The Open WindowA Poem by SilverHere I am, in the moon’s silver glow, Sitting beside the open window, Gazing over the black-hooded woods, Seemingly misunderstood. I see the leaves reach toward the sky, Asking the Gods, “Why, oh why?” They whisper to each other, Questioning one another, Begging to leave this prison behind, In order to find a new state of mind. Here I am, in the moon’s silver glow, Sitting beside the open window, Listening to the furious wind, Listening to the message it sends. It tears through the dark like a violent nightmare, It screams at me, wondering where. Where it can go in order to be free, Where it can sing a perfect melody. This it asked me as it twirled and swirled, As it ripped through this terrible world. Here I am, in the moon’s silver glow, Sitting beside the open window, Wishing upon the stars above, Wanting to find a place full of love, I beg them to just let me leave. “Don’t worry,” they say, “please don’t grieve Don’t worry, have hope, have faith, Sometime soon, you will leave this place. I sit here, breathing, believing, Hoping that I’m not worth deceiving. Here I am, in the moon’s silver glow, Sitting beside the open window. The stars wink at me, and I begin to weep, Then I fall into a dream-filled sleep. The dreams drag me away from the night, While I sleep, I dream of flight. With wings made of leaves, The wind carrying me with ease, Away from the world of green. Into the deep sea of dark, I sing: “No longer am I in the moon’s silver glow, No longer do I sit beside the open window. Instead I am here, exploring the heavens, Flying far, as I begin to grin. I soar beside the twinkling stars, Escaping the world that once was ours, So I can find a friendly face, Somewhere within this glorious space, That I, once, just moments ago, Glimpsed through the open window.” © 2018 Silver |
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