an earthly croon, an elvish hymn,
Outside my window, against the glass pane,
slipping, sliding, invisible stains,
I stretch my hand out as if to catch a tune or two,
so I can write her a song, wipe away the blue,
As the drops make silent puddles on my arid palm,
eyes shut I dream, silence the storm,
I dare not open them, for the wonder I see,
the morning sun bathed in her serenity,
She's Venus personified, I bow to her command,
as she hands me the keys to wonderland,
I open my eyes, the dream has broken free,
she's so close yet so far away from me.
(Photo attributed to Arman Zhenikeyev)
