The Windows To Our Soul
Our eyes
the windows to our soul
never take for granted
For when your eyes no longer see
all that life has granted thee
is covered by a dark black shroud
a place where light is not allowed
a place to fear
all you hold dear
forever gone
has disappeared
The sun rise at the start of day
~ Still you can feel her warmth
The ebb and flow ~ that you loved so
~ Still you can hear if you stand near
The sky the deepest azure blue
no longer can you see her hue
white and fluffy clouds pass by
like soft marshmallows way up high
closely followed in fast pursuit
angry clouds in dark black suits
Ready to soak folk down below
~ Feel poignant tears as you get drenched
~ hear grateful plants their thirst now quenched
Windows of your soul
your panes are now opaque
life goes on ~ your sight has gone
darkness all around
now all you have is sound
~~~~~~
but listen how your ears turn sounds
to beautiful images loud and clear
as blackness slowly disappears
your opaque windows can now hear
and darkness you must never fear
~ sweet Angels they are always near
Written 19 August 2020
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Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2020
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