I will let the door open

by poetrydiary

I will let the door open;
light fall on your hair.
I will draw back the curtains,
And let passing birds stare.

This prison is closed now;
The watch towers unmanned.
The garden is open,
Will you take my hand?

It’s spring in the country,
Still chill in the dawn.
You’ll miss the warm fireside
But no time to mourn.

Dissolve in the forest,
And drink in the sky.
For too long now grounded,
We’ll see who can fly.

A response to this week’s wewritepoems (picture) prompt Street Art Poem.