By The Open Window

There is a new life I see
And her youth is a promise
Of a life within a life
A child's beautiful rebirth

But it is funny to see
What we choose to put away
Brutal nature does its thing
Friends are lost along the way

But I feel one in my heart still
I see silver pearls in her hair
I smell the perfume on her skin
Reminiscent of my first kiss

So I spin within myself as I
See myself somehow stuck forever
There where I found myself
My dog sleeping on the floor

Come to see what it is
A myriad of me
A myriad of you
To take a walk outside

Arriving at first
To find God there
A friend to know
To walk away with

Since my youth I could feel the turn
Of the seasons coursing through me
In a sense that is beyond the five
It is like a euphoric wind in smell

But much moves where there is murder
With a lot to gain and more to feel
In the mirror blood drips down my face
With a tooth pick upon which I versify

Lines to unveil the eye that is lidded
To know myself without a given name
To talk of mind, body and soul
Merging with the breeze that blows

But time stands still for no man
My grandfather told me through tears
So I forced myself to learn to play
The instrument that chimes the music

That could calm my mind and soothe it
A stable fellow provides others comfort
And here lies the truth of the matter
The sweetness of a selfless life

Spiced with laughter and some hedonism
For there is nothing like a good balance
It is much akin to a tone right in tune
And it dances in its own waking season

Where I found a bed by the window
To close my eyes to inhale the cool air
To let it pass through me just like this
Visitation of my meaning

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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