Window,,,,,

                                                                                                                                                       

Stared through the cool shades
of olive and strolling light...
whispering echoes through the
musky wood and metal threads 
of a witnessing window. 

You could never decode her silence. 

Was she the stern surveillance that etched your horizon with her unyielding eyebrow..?

Or did she beckon you to cross over and mingle with the stir of melodiously quiet wind..?? 

Or was she both..?? 

Or were you human enough to make that choice for yourself.....????