Curtains blue, Curtains red
Curtains at my bedside said,
“Would you like to see the world?
Or, Will it stay dark instead?”
My eyes still in their dreamy blur
Could hardly see or decipher
The meaning of such simple words
I could not help but surrender.
I opted for the world outside
As light came rippling riding tides
They blinded me for moment’s sake
I stole a blink till they subside.
My curtains just did blush with gay
As now they could rest for the day
To wait for some unruly wind
That might come whistling midst mid-May.
Curtains floral, Curtains coy
Kissed and danced with winds of joy
And smelled the virgin rain on soil
That often goes for God’s envoy.
I looked at patterns etched at them
Like ancient truths they had no name
And as I looked past them I found
The world outside looked just the same.
