By Charles Sapp II
Windows permit the flood of sunlight in,
metaphoric to the properties of truth;
the solar warmth retreats the night’s cold
to vaporous descent following the shadows oblivion
when facing the heart of pure energy.
The windows to the soul; the eyes,
discovers the harmony within.
The panoramic view of the night sky,
reveals the window to the heaven’s and the skyscape of limitless dreams.
I wish to find you there,
peering through the looking glass of my nascent beginnings;
Naïve from sheltered barriers that life restricts
rather it is the vehicle of my body or the confines of my fragile existence.
Parturient to a new found belief,
I whispered to your heart,
while the latent warmth quickly escaped from your body;
the departure towards your eternal life,
you spoke directly to me
using the language of my atmospheric passion;
the voice of thunder, exclaimed with bolts of lightning;
I experienced the passing of energy
while I viewed and listened through open windows.
