the houses open their window lids <br />the keys unlock thousands of doors <br />an entrance spreads for all the misfits <br />whose ocean dropp tells to sandy shores <br />a tale of waves <br />a story no more <br />swept by a whale's <br />breath on ocean floor <br />sea bottom deep <br />it's still to be found <br />in words that keep <br />the whisper of the ground <br />uttered in a stillness of a lonely night <br />it still can swim and promise the flight <br />to a seagull circling around its prey <br />to eat of the twilight and still keep the day <br />so come in with your eyes resting on sight <br />to burn in its candles and fit in the light<br /><br />Miroslava Odalovic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-houses-open-their-window-lids/
