I look outside my window
at the gray-stained sky and watch
as the clouds roll in the wind.
Soon the rain will fall and bring
the cold that warms my soul
and makes my heart content.
With anticipation and now with content,
my warm breath clouds the window.
Iím elated at the fact my soul
no longer has to linger and watch
and wait for what the rain will bring.
Then suddenly with gentle force, arrives the wind.
Through the clouded glass I watch the wind
as it whistles through the trees and I am content.
Yes, the falling rain did bring
the cold and I touch the frosted window
with my finger. I draw a heart and watch
the watery mist slide down the glass of my soul.
I exhale a sigh at the mirrored image of my soul
and grab a throw as I shiver with the wind
even though all I can do from here is watch
the seasons as they change my world and its content.
Living life through this shielded glass window
Often puts a glare on what life can bring
And I wonder what the next life will bring
when my time here has ended and my soul
has drifted through the stained glass window
and fluttered on the whispers of the wind.
Silently, as the hours tick on the watch
of father time, I reflect on my lifeís content.
No longer will I sit and watch
and wait for what life will bring
to me or be forced to accept it's content
or that my life is without body or soul.
I am the air that I breathe. I am the wind
that blows cold and leaves condensation on your window.
On the outside looking in through lifeís window
I feel the damp and cold wind
blow and I await the departure of another soul.
This is my first attempt at a complicated style. What say you?