Open window show

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When I find myself awake—

at midnight or three,

I open my window

to help me go back to sleep.

Blanket in tow,

I open the window.

Peace.

Then, it begins.

 

The howling of a passing train,

not quite so distant,

echoed through the neighborhood,

syncing to my breaths.

Flashing lights,

on the street and in the sky,

take the place of stars,

tonight.

Hidden away,

like a belly dancer in the shadow,

a wind chime performs flawlessly.

The tingles it resonated

were quickly drowned out

by the cat calls of birds,

seeking its wanted attention.

 

Dawn walked in so casually,

through the curtains of nightfall.

I left my window open that night,

hoping for an encore.

I was given more

than I asked for,

Rest.

Free Verse

John Reyes View All →

"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin

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