Through the open window
the rain falls upon the wallpaper
bringing to life the paper roses
as Caruso sings
like a ghost through time
swimming through the black wax
against the Past’s scratches and hisses
the white white curtains
dancing wildly in the wind
the beginning of the storm
and then
...you kissed me.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/say-i-am-growing-old-but-add/
