Beyond The Window
The sky falls in fat blots of ink,
And I collect distasteful droplets with my tongue.
How ghoulish I must seem to you, there-
Stopping to observe your window of life
With a thin line of hope.
You blinds cross and cover it all.
And I fear that all is lost.
Do you hear the words in each drop?
The sound of a story.
The door opens,
With a white umbrella and towel in hand.
Everything black around you dissolves it coating,
Amidst the storm,to return a natural color.
Under the umbrella,
The ink that soaked my skin dissolves.
I wipe my feet on your welcome mat, just in case,
As you lead me into your home for earl grey.