The Windows

As the windows close by, and the distant memories open up,
Into the relation of you and me, I felt the waters flowing in.
Whispering in my ears, sang the past, of dismay of nascent gap,
The doors and the walkways, shrinking to be insufferably thin.
I must say to you at this hour, our story of love and struggle,
Of our compassion and humility, of our war and peace. 
I must take you back, to where it all began to swivel,
To show you those baffling portraits of fall and rise.
Behold my friend; there are no rims to this divine art,
We were just lost in this mist of finding food and shelter.
We shall not, by any way, face the heat of mind and heart,
For it shall render us nothing but moments of despair.
As the windows close by, I touch those distant memories,
I see your marque of happiness in those smiles and fun.
And those clocks that paused for us;The waves and skies,
We ran enough for the world and all, in this rain and sun.
Let the doors be open and the windows let in some breeze,
As we sit by the table with latte, watching the morning dews.
No wonder this world is a beautiful place for you and me,
The way it shows us the truth, when we trouble not to see.

-Aroon Che