Window...

WINDOW


I used to sit there,
with the doors of my dreams wide open
and with the giantic outside
for those my mind tight shut
My eyes made pictures
but never saw them, I'm sure.
But somewhere at the corner
I heard the sound of motor, birds, shouts, etc..

But what I heard more clear,
were my dreams.
I sat there to let the colours flow
on the canvas of my wonderland.
The artistic hat I wore
the sound of my heart beats,
and the echo of what I never speak of.

Deep down somewhere....

a sudden jerk, my hand used to slip
that very moment,
excited to catch the
excitement of unseen, unsaid.
But... Deep down somewhere
I made my own mansion,
with walls of faceless glass
and pathway of soft cushion.

The more you mischief,
the more you are scared
The more you walk on,
the harder it became.
But the interior had a peaceful self
I sit and relax
no fight with time itself
So.. I sit at the same window,
day and again..
for the dreams unsaid..and the world unfelt!