Windows

This poem comes as the realization of a promise I made to a friend, Annie, a while ago. Here it is, a poem:

Windows

Windows with crystal clarity
Show worlds just beyond our feeling,
That with their vibrant colors
Our breath, our words they’re stealing.

Content, one may consider
A view through crystal of celestial blue,
Free of clouds of strife, the very sky
Reflected in paradise’s dew.

Though the scene may show
Either deep heaven or shallow cover,
The beauty holds the viewer still
In awe of the heavenly color.

Another opening may betray
A glimpse of deep blue-green ocean,
Where shining sun reflects in rays
And enchants like a wizard’s potion.

A window there is that gives a view
Of liquid earth, a deep brown foam
That speaks of life, and with its charm
Makes a heart feel at home.

And yet another view is had
Of golden fields that glow;
That fills one with bursting energy
And lifts when one is low.

Satin black can be seen
And commands the viewers eye
It holds it steady to be sure
It catches each glint passing by.

These and other sights
Have been my pleasure to see.
Each window shows true beauty
And a glimpse of eternity.