What casements say

Casements'd have to say
a lot of stories

of captives that gazed
out of the window;
their dreams' limit was
but the sky;

of the forlone people who,
peering through the window,
anticipated someone
who'd never ever return;

of some lovey-dovey lovers
peeking to the moonlight
in one of their amorous moments;

of those melancholic ones
who sighed during
a bout of night rain.