I Step Out Of The Door

i step out of the door
from my dark room the windows are not opened
it is humid
it is cold
and i step out of the door the windows still closed
i lock the door and step upon a patch of green grass
the dews are hanging on the blades
and shaken

i look upon a sky
and there is this star still shining despite the opening of the
mouth of the morning
after a deep sleep

i see your face but i promise there shall be no tears.