Windows
I’ve always loved windows,
to look out and see my dreams,
at night the stars smile back,
and the gentle rain can fall.
Glass sometimes is the only
divider from tomorrow.
Eventually, the sun will shine through
and burn off the mist.
When you look out of windows,
no one else can see your thoughts,
and there are no boundaries, no closed gates,
and more than birds can fly.
19 Aug 1986
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