It was night at Room 206 when it was day outside,
The drapes in auburn and black fall like veils taunting time.
They fall down deep into the mystique recesses of two souls,
Far, distant they thwart two worlds.
The lone window shrouded and now opaque,
Like a fortress, it gave sanctuary for us to revel,
The warmth of nights, without light,
Only a gleam that escapes the drapes,
Glowing there at two corners,
Tamed yet foreboding.
Like a portal to a hostile world,
It speaks no reason against happiness.
We have our own here at Room 206.
Though one departs early than the morning zephyr,
One says I am here.
The other whispers, the memory will live.
8 comments:
Your poetry made me smile.
Your admirer in words and silence,
Mugen.
Your poem speaks to how love can make personal and beautiful the most sterile and generic places.
It's so good to hear Schindler's List theme in this spot once again. :)
This is very beautiful.
Miss you. I hope the reason you aren't writing is that you are busy with fulfilling changes in your life.
:)
what you wrote is very beautiful.
i'm here nga pala to wish you a very merry christmas!
merry christmas!!!
Merry Christmas, Dear Dex.
i love how you simply turned the story of a room into a heart-warming poetry... if its walls could talk... they'll probably say the same thing :)
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