Behind Closed Eyes

I woke up in tears,

A flutter of doves

Behind my eyes, the sunrise

Illuminating my row of well-kept lilies

Under my open window.

I was met by a ruthless breeze

That shook me to my core, a breeze

That wiped my falling tears

Away. I tried to shut the window,

But the unrelenting doves

Sought after my white lilies

That glittered in the wake of the sunrise.

Basking in the sunrise,

My sorrow covered my cheeks again, and with the gentle breeze

I cried onto my lilies,

For I remembered you, in my dream your tears

Seemed so real, as the doves

Surrounded you, looking down at me from your window.

In my dream, you shut your window

Upon seeing me, not even waiting for the sunrise.

You left me with the doves

Just like in my waking hours, the breeze

Had hid the tears

I shed for you, clear as your favorite lilies.

I shan’t cry for you anymore, for my lilies

Will see none of it, even if it was you who put them under my window,

Leaving without looking back. But I know you had tears

In your eyes too. The sunrise

Will never be the same without you, but the fine breeze

Will ease all my heartache away with the doves.

If I free the doves,

The ones that refuse me to look away from your lilies,

Then maybe, much like with the breeze,

I will no longer be reminded of you, in your unreachable window.

The one you adored the sunrise

From, the one from where you refused to see my tears.

When the doves behind my wet eyes fled through my open window,

And your lilies turned red in the sunrise,

I realized the breeze had not been wiping away my tears.