A Conversation

the soft night wind

passes through

the open bedroom window

touching the curtains

talking to the

old wooden door

i neglected

tightly to close

allowing for

possibilities

beyond dreams

the wind

breathing in

pulling the

door open a crack

breathing out

pushing the door

almost shut

the hinges creak

their small complaints

the wind listens again

whispers back

in the dark

about the beauty

hidden

in what they

share

until

morning