Another morning has been granted;
Thank you faithful midnight stars!
My eyes flutter as the chirping birds
upon the satisfied and constant maple
outside my bedroom window:
They open up to such a world of possibility:
I see such a garden of peace,
where tiny blossoms of simple cosmos
burst at the bud, as if shrieking,
“Tend to me! Such new beauty,
encapsulated within my healthy being!”
Oh, I hear you darlings...
Precious roses, dilly dally daisies…
But I am distracted by the startling Sun.
Its beams shine past trees
And hits my clouded window:
The wear of winter ever so evident.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I am always looking at you
through these windows I have created!
What a love, stained the brightest shade
of vibrant cosmos hue in my memory forever.
How intricately tainted, this stained glass window,
this passageway of all the light I’ll ever know:
all of this colorful deception:
the result is intriguing.