My Midnight AdmirerA Poem by Anna IvyVictorian era.Every night you are at my window Why do you come? What do you seek? Is it me you have chosen to watch Or am I just one stop of many?
Acting as if I am alone How do you feel Knowing I see you there As I change into my evening wear All the time The curtains never quite shut The window always cracked.
Are you a demon? Are you an angel Sneaking down from heaven? Do you watch for fairies too?
And if you can read minds You know I cannot think Of anything but you When men are flirting and Asking me to dance. I think of you watching Brimming with jealousy In hopes you may finally slip through that crack.
Where are you now That I am bathing in the tub Taking in the evening air Curtains fluttering in the wind. Can you not see the sun? Are you hiding in the clouds?
Will I find you in a dream Where you tell me you aren't real? Do you love me, dark stranger? Are you what makes up the moon?
Am I but a moment of time In your thousand-year life? Will you remember me When I am dead? Or will you find Another Sleeping in her bed?
I'll keep the candle lit If you decide. The window cracked The curtains drawn Just once Please come And kiss me goodnight. © 2013 Anna IvyAuthor's Note
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