::03:24:08::

::: Open Window :::

Approach me in my sleep, come to me in dreams.
Blow in as a breeze through my open window.
Stir-up the curtains and rattle the glass panes.
My body lies on death’s bed clinching a pillow.

Waiting for love to float in like an apparition,
to rescue me from this desperate affliction,
to dose me out of this deep hallucination,
to whisper into my ear, to speak of the years

Long ago when love was real. When warm tears
were streams of joy. Sing softly as I am fragile
and yearn for the tenderness of the past.
Breathe into my lips so that I might last

One more day in your dear song of affection.
One more play in your ghostly presence.
Approach me in my sleep, come to me in dreams.
Blow in as a breeze through my open window.

Written by: ~ Dean Walker