My window is a clock
I look outside,
And I see the passing of
Time,
It moves slowly passed my
Window,
I could count every second
Tick,
Tock,
Moments
Gradually pass,
The hands pass and darkness
Fills my room,
Perpetual time, the hour
Where there is no light,
Then it passes and
Radiant
Warmth,
Permeates
Every part of my room,
I live behind a clock
And in this place time is
Forever moving, always
Outside, bringing light &
Darkness in its passing phase..

~

I recall seeing golden fields
basking beneath sunset wishes
and dragonfly dances
on a canvas of nature’s own hand
painted in fantasy brush strokes

tree lines waving at blue skies as
autumn leaves created a vibrant landscape
like so many colorful kites
floating aimlessly on a cool breeze
sifting through pumpkin patch mazes

chilly days inviting snowflake flurries
from alabaster hydrangea clouds
silently sailing above pine cone hillsides
welcoming evergreen aromas
and fireside smoke streams reaching

today as I gaze through moistened eyes
blurred moments hover like heavy drape cloaks
coating my visions in broken heart darkness
and I realize, without you
I now see nothing…at all