A room with many windows
Each one dressed in a curtain
Every window the same
Yet no two veils alike.
One window is shut,
One is slightly open,
One stands completely ajar
One is guarded by a mesh.
The shut one wears
A thick blackout velvet curtain
With golden sealed borders.
A window open wide
Draped in a light pink sheer
Soft and airy
Swaying with the breeze.
One lets the light enter
Through a delicate lace
Gentle and patterned.
Another is adorned
With heavy intricate embroidery
Tied neatly with a bow
One hangs simply
With tassels and prints.
Another blooms in floral cotton
Playful and warm
Many windows
Many curtains
Satin
silk
velvet
cotton
linen.
Yet through none of them
Can you see the entire room
Only a veil of what lies within
For the room
was reserved
for only the one
living in it.




