No one crossed that threshold in quite a while Doors weren’t knocked twice in light “ Rain” , impishly she said when saw me surprised
The only knock my ears were aware were of my ration’s load Her galoshes confirmed the miry road The muddy lane to my forgotten abode
I asked her if she was mistaken Emptiness in my voice left her soul shaken Rambler, she travelled the roads that were not taken
Brown her braids, drops from the rain they confined One fell on dusty floors, contrasting the view it traced a line Disparity of salt void on the floor but abundant on the cheeks of mine
Glanced my old house with her eyes, she broke the perfect stillness of her face In her new world I seemed to loose my pace, she asks me “ What is this place?” “Dream”, I told her, “ Of solitude and life without race”
It wasn’t only her visit that looked strange Antipodal of my dreams, hers were of different range She travelled because she was happy only when the scenes changed
Odd but the solitude seeker me liked her company, she unthreaded me with questions until there was no light Stars shined, shinier the moon, shiniest her eyes in the night She asked to stay over. “Rain”, impishly she said when saw me surprised.