i step out of the door <br />from my dark room the windows are not open <br />it is humid and cold <br /> <br />i step out of the door the windows are still closed <br />i lock the door and step upon a patch of green grass <br />the dews are hanging on the blades and shaken <br /> <br />i look upon the sky <br />and there is this star still shining <br />despite the opening of the mouth of the morning <br />i was in deep slumber <br />i close my eyes <br />i see your face but i promise there shall be no tears.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-repost-of-the-past-poem/
