Storm Windows - Poem by Tsani Jones
Water will always
Seek its own level,
But my heart
Searches for something higher.
The storms rage
Windows of my soul
And bang against them, pitter-pat.
You stand behind the glass
And when slumber finally finds me
You will stand serenely, looking in,
Unaware of your own beautiful presence.
For if you knew,
Would you take the rain away?
Or would you ride out
I want to cuddle you
From the cold like kittens
Cradled in the belly fur
Of the Mother.
But I hide you in here,
The only place I can truly have you,
Nuzzling you as if you
Were my very own love.
My rain doesn't wash it all away,
And in the dark hours of night-
When the heart is soaked through
The storm seeps out of my window panes...
For a tiny crystal moment,
You are the bright fizzy sun
That soaks up the damp
Of a heart wet with life's tears.
Tomorrow, you shall appear at
my blue-grey windows again-
And my heart shall once
Again reach for the sunshine.
I want you to come inside,
Watch this miracle you perform
So you have no doubt.
Fear closed my door to you, once:
She is an extremely jealous creature.
But my heart still sees your beautiful smile.
I think maybe we should just
Break the glass.
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