Something calls, as the rain hits the windowpane.
Something calls,
And outside the lights blaze gold like fire.
They battle.
They struggle.
They kiss the face of the night as it
Weeps
With longing for what it cannot be.

And here it is dark and silent,
A glass case pausing the world outside.
No bitter rain may breach these walls,
Although it presses greedy fingers against them.
No cold
No wind-
Although it wails, dragging its desperate lips across the rough stones of the buildings-
Let me in!-
A lover who does not know how to be gentle.

And yet
They reach me.
Silent, the rain traces my silhouette along the wall,
Melting it.
In the quiet,
Something
Calls.
Something calls,
And I know I am not one for glass cases.