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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