Hide And Seek

The sun is beginning to show his face A subtle lifting of the curtains still tentative Still timorous and uncertain in advances Our eyes meet through the silent space Where words are trying to shape a confession The cold wind is not going away its stabs come sharply more prying as an intruder Reading the script of smiles and eyelocks The meek sun once again tried his foreplay But today wind won't let the sun have his way It's adamant to not lose so easily its game While I want you to win in my embrace.