There is a lit window
That I see out my own.
It is blank paper white
What is to be written on it unknown.

It’s an oyster’s pearl
Emerged from the dark insides
A wait well worth the while
Gleaming, cleaned by the tides.

It is a clean bed sheet
Unwrinkled, soft
Fresh and light to the touch
Quick to send my mind aloft.

It is a great wide cloud
Stretching across the horizon
Hiding the view of the jagged landscape below
Letting eyes linger on the gorgeous cloud shapes spun.

It is a sheep shorn close
With the first orchid’s bloom
After a harsh winter of winds
Now carrying only a babe soon in its womb.

It is the first snowfall
Seen by a child through the door
glowing eyes huge, brows low
begging to step outside and see what is in store.

It’s the ivory of an elephant
Precious yet out of reach
Gleaming in desert sun
But that you cannot breach.

There is a lit window
That I see out my own
Shining in the darkness
Calling me in a language beyond known
And I realize my heart has already flown.