Windows
When I look out the window
I start to get lost
in thoughts
about things going on
in my life.
They tend to fade away once I look
past the glass
and see the beauty of
everything
there.
I gaze at it all
the things God crafted easily
with
his
hands.
When it's raining
I see the clouds
waltzing with wind and water-
water that climbs down the glass
of the window.
When it's sunny
I feel the heat of the sun.
It radiates
and I feel its light inside
and out.
I fall into these images
Into a serene reverie.
The View
I spy with my watchful eye,
the tulips and jonquils and wild violet’s
saying
”Spring is Sprung!”
The Robin red breast searches for a meal, and the swallows have come to bless my home.
All while the cheery Cardinal tells
us every day to be “Cheerful Cheerful Cheerful!”
Isn't that a lovely way to wake up to and greet the day?
The World Outside the Window
A window fills the entire wall,
up to the library's ceiling.
The world outside is for all,
Will a glance provoke a feeling?
How could it, with the lack of light?
The window merely does reflect.
The word is damp. Dark as night.
At this hour, what did I expect?
But peering closer, I may see
A car or a long powerline;
Leafless branches of a tree;
Buildings and their rough, vague outlines.
The world is there for those who look,
Beautiful and strong and gleaming.
Can't be taken by a crook.
It's for loving, being, dreaming.
figuring it out
The weather has changed 4 times since staring out my window
Snowy
Sunny
Rainy
Cloudy
back and forth they jump as I stare
at the trees that climb to the sky
the birds hopping branch to branch, unsure of what to think,
the same as I,
about mother nature's indecision
as I sit in my warm bed with my own clouds in my own head
my only choice but to look up and out
through my small square window
hoping that one day my own clouds will pass
Peeping past the Panes
Commanded to look out my window. And what do I find? At the sight of such bright light? Nothing but stark white. A scene so blank it bites. I’m taken aback blind. For a split second. Till I stand vision corrected. Eyes adjusted having a clearer picture now crossing my mind. If I’m able to disregard the telephone wires running every which way across our little valley. On my way to spotting first the ocean. Followed by the pier. Then to the south Pedro point. Pausing and pulling my eyes away for only a moment to take a pull off a joint. Before in the blink of an eye wink settling my gaze upon a horizon purely turquoise & pink. Until the green light flashes. And dusks endearing twilight accents the waves crashing the party. Drinking it all in before the adamant shadow shows it’s colors. Throwing shade until finally fading altogether. Best we let The Left Coast undress and rest.
As I sit next to the window
All I see is the face of his
With a smile that shines the sun
And little by little
Clouds approaching closer
Oh I see my darling crying
As I sit next to the window
The colorful sky becomes grey
Lightning strikes and within seconds it's raining
Oh I catch myself having tears
Dropping down the same time with the rain
I see clouds designing your face sad
As I sit next to the window
I listen to sad love songs and thinking of you
Outside, rain becomes sun again
Clouds are still there
Wonder why my baby is half happy
And the sun now tries to hide
As I sit next to the window
Every little detail starts to fade
Why my baby left so early?
Rainbow comes out
And I now have to leave
Do not cry my love.
I have to go now
But you have to keep smiling
For I will be watching and protecting you from up there
Don't forget me love,
Place a purple rose next to you
And I will be there to talk to you
Place that lighter I took you
Next to the rose
And I will warm you
Hug the blanket we used to share
Close your eyes for a minute
And I will cover you up with a goodbye kiss
When you will wake up
Go to the window we used to look outside
Up there, you will see me smiling at you again!
Branches and leaves, this sight of nature is a comfort, especially when the rain comes. My neighbour has an extensive garden which he takes good care of, currently the flowers and vegetables are under a thick green cover to protect them, why, I'm no gardening expert, so you'd have to ask him, but I'm sure he has good reason. I just checked the weather forecast, and unfortunately there's little to no rain to come for the coming week. My neighbour does have sprinklers, though, so his garden will get the required nutrients regardless.
My Soul and I
Dong…
Dong…
There I sat, feet dangling, looking out at the city I once knew
A soulless collection of people who only saw you as an obstacle
It stared back at me as if it had never seen me
As if our memories together had been stolen and buried thousands of feet underground
I looked out at the tall buildings reaching, grasping, for the sky
As if trying to find someone’s hand to pull them out of the water they were drowning in
I glanced up at the smooth black starless sky, looking for that hand
Instead, I saw a void that was lonely without its small bright friends
Then I heard something, a small cry that the lights below would soon cover and hide you to
I looked back down at the streets to see if others heard the cry.
I only saw the black pavement shielded by what looked like moving colors
The honks and sounds of the moving vehicles seemed like a small whisper from up here
I looked at the sidewalk next, and it too was scattered with moving colors
That’s all people were from up here
Small moving colors on a dirty white strip of canvas
Each seemed so useless, but when put together, made much more
Like a drop of water in a murky endless lake
To my right sat someone, or rather something, a creature with a humanoid form
Nearly nine feet tall unless you counted its horns, which made it closer to ten
It wore a glitching, shattered mask that hid whatever lay beneath it from the rest of the world
Its long tail curled around me, pulling me closer for comfort
I sat there for what seemed like seconds before the clock struck the next hour
Dong…
Dong…
Dong…
And I jumped