Still ! I Wait

On the edge of your pale lips

A word has fluttered

Like a butterfly of many colors 

and many wings 

weeping silently on a fading flower.

Your brows creased in concentration 

you have drawn upon

all your reserves of energy 

to utter a single word of solace 

you can't bear to see me cry 

But between you,me and the walls 

We all know

It's a year since you spoke.

Oh! this tomb of shrouded silence 

and filtered light.

We have curtained every sunset
off your window
you live in perpetual sunrise
Yet,I can see in your eyes
that you know well this deceit
and also how to forgive it

If I could, I would smoothen
the furrows of pain off your face
walk you to the sunlight
arm in arm
create a world of our own
But the flutter of your eyelashes say
It's not to be
It's not to be

So I hold your hand
Silent in grief
and wait for a new dawn
while the sun sits somewhere out there
behind your curtained windows.