OPEN THE DOOR
peek
COME HOME TO ME
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Tall windows to let in the day.
The sun rises and shoots its ray.
I watch people saunter by,
peek into windows up high.
I’m as happy as I can be
to let the world come home to me.
A KEYHOLE
A keyhole
Is all that we need.
To see.
To dream.
Let our imagination soar
To the world beyond.
To the unknown.
A peek.
THE WINDOW
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She peeks through the curtain.
Of this I am certain,
she knows nothing of fear
as I draw myself near.
A smile is on her face
as I quicken my pace.
The window grows dark
but she left her mark.
I know which room she does live in.
It must be tidy as a pin.
Her dark eyes have beseeched me.
I know she will complete me.
I just have to summon the courage
before my heart goes back to storage.
We belong together as one.
I won’t stop until I have won.
I raise my hand to the door.
My tears are ready to pour.
I won’t step away.
I’ve come to here stay.
A TEASE
A peek at the beauty ahead.
A glimpse of the possibilities.
A hint of its dark majesty.
A tease of what’s to come.
LET THE WORLD COME TO ME
Source:billionaired
Tall windows to let in the day.
The sun rises and shoots its ray.
I watch people saunter by.
Peek into windows up high.
Nothing can get past me.
I’m free as you can see.
To let the world come home to me.
I’m as happy as I can be.
A PICTURE OF LIFE INSIDE
A picture of life inside.
A window so hard to find
Of laughter and love
Would fit like a glove.
Soft music I can hear.
I want to be right there
With the people having fun
Lit up orange like the sun.
WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?
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WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?
There were people here.
Women pushing strollers.
Joggers flying by.
Tourists with cameras.
Where did they go?
Take a peek inside.
Inside the tunnel.
You’ll find them all.
Lined up like packages.
Happy Birthday!
DANGLING HORROR
DANGLING HORROR
It dangles before me.
A horror to be felt.
All consuming.
Almost tasted.
Walls closing in.
Becoming a coffin.
My fears circle round.
Waiting to be unleashed.
Darkness holds me in place.
Stiff as a corpse.
A tiny dot of light.
Showing me the way.
A peek at my tormentor.
A glimpse of hell.
A PEEK
A PEEK
A peek into a window.
Just one peek through the glass.
Imagine what you could see.
What you could witness.
A glimpse of life.
A family.
Warmth, passion, love.
Coldness, hate, fights.
The reality of life.
SUSANNE LEIST 