Lace curtains through old windows <br />Are what these dark eyes see <br />Lace curtains through old windows <br />Are but prison bars to me <br />Like a ghost I haunt the wooden stairs <br />And swing the porch in solitaire <br />Fearful of the clatter of hardwood floors <br />As I close the parlor pocket doors <br />A flower in the attic <br />A room innocent of lace <br />I gaze down at the world below <br />Wearing a desperate face <br />I wait for him to deliver me <br />I wait for him to set me free<br /><br />Patricia Krull<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lace-curtains/
