Confessions Of A Window

copyright © Olsen 2020
Inside the window,
the human will stand,
a light gently flickers,
There's a resolution in the bright.
 
Through the window,
the sound of tapping,
a sneaking in or climbing out,
Breaking into the murky past.
 
Outside the window,
the view into the blue,
a street, garden or bay,
There's a mystery in the void.
 
But what if there were no windows?
the future world never found,
a reflection of a mirror-less soul,
No freedom for the mind.
 

By Lise Olsen

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