Drops of Color
Why do i go on sketching images
leaving words on their ‘pane?’
I suppose it is the gazing ‘outward,’
and then I’m suddenly taken
back to lingering memories,
I wipe the glass again
and clear the streaks.
Often, I leave the window wide open
letting in the rays of the giant flame
lighting the Universe. I draw back
the curtains allowing the rain
to get ‘inside.’ I love the crystal
snowflakes, each one unique unto
itself, and my words slide down
the bank the drifts formed upon
When winds come, they rattle the
frame. My words remain open,
the sketches illuminate a page,
and I find myself staring
into a future continuously
for each of us to open the
Windows of our Soul’s, realizing
we are all living what is in
front of us!
What’s your view?
What is the tapestry of life
opening through your spirit?
Break the glass if you are not
free to share. Escape what tells
you this is as far as you
Sit on the ledge of the window…
seek the wonder you are!
The greatest gain you’ll ever stumble
upon is becoming who you are…
not what the world expects!
Look out your window this day…
Can you see?