MYSTICAL WINDOW

Dull grey, windswept day,
I feel strangeness working.
Out in the street I wait,
The coolness creeping in.
From the corner of my eye,
I catch a glimpse, furtively,
Of an unknown season,
The blossom brightly blows.

But here I feel no scent,
Or see its beauty still,
Reflection could have tricked,
Yet where did they go ?
My mind allows a thought,
Of better days to come,
A noise of traffic sully,
The peacefulness my mood.

And returning to the window,
There it is yet again.
Something wonderful, strange,
And playful is coming now.
For my spirit soars , so high,
And I am lost once more.

Movements, altered realities,
Are what I see smiling,
Giving back a tempting lure,
To encourage me to hope.
And along with the blossom,
Comes your smiling face.
So I turn to greet,
Yet a ghost you've become.

Even my dreams, so vague,
Cannot so match me now,
Wondering the universes' reasons,
To tease a weary soul.
Chilling has left me sad,
Warmth could give me more,
And so when do I love ?,
For that is my, own goal.

Behind the glass is hope,
And here alone I wait,
To find a way to enter,
Meditating on your sweetness.
A gale throws furiously,
The leaves around my eyes,
My blindness is a curse,
As I fail always to see.

But in my heart remaining,
Is the light you showed,
In many a darkened storm,
To let me feel you close.
And this is what I need,
Forever to feel peace,
Connection through the spirit,
You'll be my great release.