Windows
Seeing depth and starry flare
In iris clouds of prism cell,
And silver crystals floating there
With visions bared and tales to tell.
And seeing all there is to see,
Spread naked in the surface sheen,
Drawing in and breaking free
From all to come and all that's been.
Of tears shed, of laughter danced,
Of salt and blood, of wake and sleep;
Of pools of hope, of life enhanced,
Of wells and springs and fathoms deep.
Scenic windows opened wide,
Emotive angles thus betray;
A stage wherein the truth belied
Surrenders to a shadow play.
In the heart of forces felt,
In windows to a wondrous soul,
I smile and weep and swiftly melt
Like snowflakes in a begging bowl.
To tell I drown in nucleus
Of eyes that seize all I possess,
Understates the hopelessness,
When out of sight, the emptiness...
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