windows from which I would gaze

if I open my eyes
high in a modern glass tower
aluminum bay windows invite my gazing
there is nothing but a single
snow capped mountain, majestically
centered beyond the vastness
of the ocean’s promise

if I open my eyes
high in a brown brick building
beyond windows framed in natural oak
I see the moon, the stars
the shimmering lights of eternity
and the places made of dreams

if I open my eyes
in a log cabin higher than Kilimanjaro
I overlook a deep verdant valley
a pine forest reaching towards the morning sun
I breathe in the freshness of the icy air
it blueness as deep as my lover’s eyes

when my eyes no longer dream
I look out of my window
the late summer’ s morning mist
greets me, the low cream colored
building across the way is invisible
but I know that no one there has opened
their red striped curtains, for on this
sunday morning, other people dream
while I wake early, wondering
if my dreams are better than theirs



windows from which I would gaze
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