We were born
before the sighs
of surrender
before the twilight
whispered crescendo
before the sad sound
of the wind ―
Ere the raw truth
that tells a story
through
"eyes that are
the windows
of the soul" ―
We were born
with eyes wide
open
with tears
that well up
of truth unspoken,
love arising
like
a budding flower,..
metamorphosis
of fertile heart ―
The wheel of life
turns unbound
an outgoing tide
as certain as
continuum
abides ―
an unbroken lariat
until the knot
comes untied
A lonesome dove coos
perched upon
deserted garden gate;
its gentle plea segued
into a silent prayer ―
Seasons change;
supple buds
of forlorn love
― wither,
unsure if we’re alone
or if
we’re alone together (?)!
.
postscript:
"Through a foggy window in the rain
When you thought no one was watching,
Going through your memories
Like so many prisons to escape
And become someone else
With another face
And another name"
...an excerpt from :
"Through The Window" by Chris Cornell