Outside,
there is a world,
there are mysteries
with names,
there are wonders
with faces,
and there are questions
yet unanswered.
Outside,
there is beauty,
and there is terror,
there is glory,
and there is fear,
there is light,
and there is darkness,
there is laughter,
and there is pain,
the rain falls outside,
and sometimes snow
covers the earth,
and the uncommon star
flies before a child’s eyes
in the trembling skies,
and I am trembling
inside,
where there is beauty,
and terror,
where there is glory,
and fear,
where there is light,
and darkness,
where there is laughter,
and pain,
and I cannot say
how the window
frames my story
and behind me
and before my heart,
there is a door,
and will I take leave
from my watch,
and someday find myself inside
the outside?
There is grief
in the wandering,
there is joy
in the finding,
joy in the listening,
hope in the waiting,
a flame in the tears…
They say
that the eyes are windows
to the soul…
can you see my story
here?
Can I see your story?
In our rooms,
we gaze out our windows,
touched
inside,
by forever and the stars,
and a longing like a fire,
that is here,
and outside…