I'm looking through a window
- The blinds were lifted
And it's such an honour!

There, there's a fish
        Darting through,
Ripples spread from each pause and flight
Ivy grows and twists and climbs,
Grasping all in its path
The ground is covered in debris,
Dust and mould
A mushroom sprouts up
Holding the door to another world
A skeletal cheshire grins
Amidst piles and piles of literature
Which, when opened,
Echo melodies fourth,
Bouncing from non-existant walls

I peer round this windowsill
This fantastical world before me
Neon and shadow

I have caught but a glimpse
And eagerly contemplate
      The journey
The continuum of
Getting-to-know-and-understand
           You
A journey never to be completed
And always changing
As we collect new treasures to display
And hug tight the old favourites
As we grow
And realize
       Our inner selves.