A quick peek out my chamber door…
to a world of rose and cornflower.
Cool gentle breezes caressed my face…
as if touched by a lifeless hand.
The gothic veil between there and here lifts slowly,
as the darkness fades and the day comes forth from its cold night grave.
Chilled, I retreat to my chamber
to wryte under the lamp…thoughts and dreams…
mine…but not…
And there came a gentle tapping….tapping
at my chamber door…
Twas just the wind…and nothing more.

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