Moments of Weakness

So when I looked out of my window,

I saw the tree glimmer

In the orange light

Of the street lamp.

The wind blew so softly,

I could only feel it

Through the swaying of the leaves. 

It was late and you were asleep.

And yet I wanted to hold you close

Feel your finger tips 

On my parched lips,

Like the wind teased

The leaves with the promise of rain. 

So when I looked out of my window,

I saw an earthen lamp

Fighting the glow

Of the street lamp.

The wind blew so softly,

I could only feel it 

Through the dance of the flame.

It was late and you were away.

And yet I wanted to look in your eyes

With my fingers trace

Down your hidden face,  

Like the smoke rises

And envelopes the burning wick.

So when I looked out of my window,

I saw its black grills

Tinted with the orange

Of the street lamp.

The wind blew so softly

I could only feel it

Through the shifting colours.    

It was late and I was still awake.

So I lay with you in my dreams

Your fingers fully entwined 

Between the spaces of mine.

Like shadows fall

On edges and walls

After they dissolve 

Through glass windows.