This White Room

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  This White Room

  
  

  
  
  This white-walled room
  Streaked with lavender
  From the glass heart
  Hanging in the window
  In the sun...........
  
  The heart you gave me
  With a smile in your eyes
  The heart that was shattered
  By cruel unthinking hands
  And was mended, restrung, on it's white silken cord.
  
  My bare feet rest
  On moon pale carpets
  Strewn here and there
  On hardwood floors
  Clean and cold as a hard winter snow.
  
  Silky white curtains
  Flutter in day breeze,
  Tease the book's pages
  As it lies on the shelf
  Reading to it's self of my long ago dreams.
  
  And here sit I
  In my satin and lace
  White sofa covered with pillow and fur
  Waiting, as I often do
  For my life to go on......
  
  Long, silver mirrors
  Catch the odd glow of sun,
  Of fragmented purple, of my long raven hair
  And reflect back the silence
  That the world cannot hear.
  
  In the garden, a cat
  And the song of a lark
  Sharp smell of roses
  And the whisper of trees
  But I do not turn, I sit stiller than stone.
  
  Waiting for footsteps to fall on the stair,
  A door opening softly and the embrace of your eyes
  Waiting for the smile that once out shined the sun
  Waiting for forgiveness in a world that's gone dark.
  
  Maybe today I think, he'll come
  He'll stand behind me, brushing my hair
  Watching me watching him as I did in the mirror
  Before I crushed his heart like the lavender glass
  Now mended, restrung, on the cord in the sun.
  
  Maybe today in this white room
  The wind will blow my hair like ribbons,
  The book will close and my heart find peace
  Maybe today, on moon pale carpets
  My sad, sad feet will stand up and dance.
  
  A sound in the garden, not of cat or of bird
  On the wind there's a sweetness
  And a tasting of hope
  Gently, the lavender heart starts to sway
  And I watch it transfixed and I turn towards the door....
  
  
  

  

  
  
  

  
  

  

  
  
  

  ©by Voo

  Feb 24, 2010   

  9:36 p.m.