the drapes were hanging rather lightly
light was oozing,
the sound was still
and there were some eyes
gazing at the sight
who knows when will she see the way
i come, or just stand there
asking myself,
if she is there
now that i know,
the drapes have been moved
and the branches have been pruned
the tree has no fear
the light of moon seems near
may be you have a right
to ask me to pause
and reflect
what is the truth
my coming back to your door
or meditating outside
for a cause