The next room

I had a room next to her,
where she lived with her
earthly things.
I, on several occasions,
saw moving lights and
shadows of human bodies
coming through the narrow
gap under the doors,
like an old time's
cinema projector,
showing the bioscope
of life,
sometimes
with creaking noises, and at
times, silently like snakes.
Throughout the time that
I was there,
only at times when need arose,
did she come out for a
reprieve and I gladly held out
a glass of good wine for her,
often red, sweet and smooth!
Years passed,
and as this summer ends, I
still sit with the glass of red
wine, and she lives by knowing
very well that, just a step ahead,
out there with someone,
there is a mirage, there is a
dream, weaving a surreal world
for her, just
in the next room to hers!