Leaning On That Window Sill

It was a cloudy dreary night
Dipped in shallow muzzy sight
Leaning on a window sill
I was weakened in my will

My mind was swimming in the south
The chill in heart was headed north
The bleeding when came to swoon
Slain a sleep then came to loom

I had a dream, a busy one
I had to rush, I had to run
To some garden atop some hill
Which had that only rose to fill

The sage had warned, while doing so
The day must beat me in being slow
No rest, no shady tree I seek
The rose will wilt if I aim defeat

I had no pony, I had no dream
I had no soul on earth to team
Two hints of help were all I had
To save me from me turning sad

No way to see running up forth
Except to choose from all, the north
In airs a rosy fragrance will fill
When I reach half of the hill

I ran, I ran and I ran straight
No lures, no misery neared to bait
I think it was the mid-day sun
Which showed me that mountains’ run

all peaks from far that emerged from haze
Were not an easy puzzle of maze
A gleam of glow came from one mountain’s crest
The highest, rockiest than all the rest

My feet were bleeding and swelled 
My chest was heaving like in eld
To save my bleeding feet from rips
I tore down my cladding in strips

Soon the sun was on my bare back
Pelting rays in ruthless attack
The sloped too could spare no easiness
Each stride upwards more merciless

My throat dry and feet were wet in red
In my eyes darkness willing to spread
The incline then turned just a touch mild
And I was crying like a child

Then that chunk of air had rolled
Drenched in scent no earthly perfume hold
What pretty life I lived in that breather
It toughened me and I pulled myself together

The morning then came up as strife
Rays carried with them the bitterness of life
In disgust I tried to sleep again
The sleep lost to disgust leaving only pain

I wish I complete my dream some night
Just once my sleep wins this fight
To see what rose is there on the hill
I try to sleep leaning on that window sill.

One Is Proudly Mine

In the moon I see a pretty friend,
And another twinkling by its side,
They sweetly listen to me if I talk,
And come with me if I watch and walk.

I often behold them though my sleeplessness,
From welcome windows pushed open wide,
A shying moon and I find a charming star,
Immersed in fondness, near each other or far.

It has been so long when I saw them first,
And took the three of us as chums,
But I have grown a little in my age,
They too have come out of their toddler page.

The crown jewels among all beauties of all beautiful nights,
They make a picture of two hearts entwined in love,
A love that is as pretty and knows no decline,
I see them and I say ‘One is proudly mine’.