Saturday, October 26, 2013

In This Closeted Room

I fall into your eyes


the leaves brush past

this tiny window, in this closeted room

on the fourth floor of an infamous lane.

I find comfort in this change of scenery.

From leaves, armed

and  fallen to dust.

You must have fallen from the edge

of reality, like sun rays on my skin?

Thank you WriteTribe and Vidya for the prompt!

55 on Friday #WriteTribe