The moon in my window,
A centerpiece for the sky.
A vision to fill my nights,
Framed for posterity.
A light behind closed eyelids
To soothe me into dreamland.
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RAINDROPS ON MY MIND
Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?
Who Let In The Dark?
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Darkness enters my room
in shades of midnight blue.
It breathes its cold breath
on my warm, sleeping face.
It wakes me from a dream
of blue cascading waves.
I am faced with the dark
and a hollow feeling inside.
Who opened my window?
Who let in the dark?
LET THE LIGHT IN
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My mind is foggy today.
I need to clear the cobwebs.
Throw out the excess garbage.
The bad thoughts.
The worries.
All to the wind.
And think of a pretty place.
Where the birds chirp and play.
Where the mountains soar high.
Where windows bring in the light.
I can lift my face to the sun.
To the beauty of life.
To the smell of grass.
To the puffy white clouds.
I’m there right now.
Come and join me.
A PICTURE OF LIFE
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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.
THE FOUR MEN
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I see the men.
They are walking.
Through the cold forest.
Moving closer to my house.
Snow swirls around them.
Their feet crunch on the ice.
There are four of them.
Why are they here?
Four men of the night.
The window mists from my breath.
It fogs my view of them.
I must run.
I must hide.
The four men.
BLURRY
Blurry from the rain.
Fogging my window.
Pitter patter.
Rain drops falling.
I want to see the sun.
I want the fog lifted.
I want to see clearly again.
THE NIGHT
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THE NIGHT
They come in the night.
Footsteps in the sand.
They climb through windows.
To visit the sleeping.
They takes recruits.
While others are left in peace.
Come morning sun,
Footsteps are gone.
Leaving behind empty beds
And empty dreams.
THE DEAD GAME
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A WINDOW
A window to the world.
A window to beauty.
To snow-capped mountains.
To swan-filled lakes.
To pounding waves of the ocean.
To fields of flowers.
To adventure.
To romance.
Open the window.
Open your mind
to the possibilities.
Wake up your senses.
Can you see the rocks
along the shore?
Can you feel the ocean breeze?
Can you smell the flowers?
Can you feel the hot sun
on your face?
Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?
Can you taste the salty air?
I can.
CAN’T TOUCH ME
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The trees bend to the wind.
Lightning flashes across the sky.
The rain drenches the town.
I’m safe and warm inside.
Nothing can reach me.
The storm ravages the land.
And I watch from my window.
I can’t be touched.
Until…
THE DEAD GAME
