Metaphor

The wind blows through the curtains Whiter lace embracing the shape of the wind. The last snowflake melts. The flame burns on. Butterfly wings behind the glass Something left behind at the jewelery store forgotten, but taken by another. The clouds, the fog, The thunder, the rain, The lightning. The door left open Two flashes in a row yes i know you want to speak with me and i listen to the rain Are you trying to tell me something? the thunder claps rolling away and back giving me a sign the thunder returns the lightning strikes The wind blows through the rain Unlike the beauty of the curtain The last raindrop dries The flame burns on. The wise man, the wizard the army, the fire something taken from the art store, remembered and taken by another the elder, the soldier The bride and the storm The window shuts The curtain floats rises and falls the lightning no thunder silenced once and for all The curtain falls elegantly dancing down The music at the flower shop The diamonds at the catering service the instruments at the bridal shop the man we dreampt about The rain stops Are you talking to me? Give me a sign The curtain settles the light outside the birds chirp The flame burns on The bat hears the cricket The moth rises from heat The chandelier behind the weatherman the twelve clocks at the butcher shop and the candles in the one place they don't belong.