Friday, September 14, 2007

The Window View

The sun is sleeping
Covered behind the quilt of clouds;
Quiet. Silent.

Buildings hide my view
Concrete jungles these;
Magnificient. Monsterous.

Trees call out the name
Overlooking their own world;
Majestic. Beautiful.

Blend is perfect but something amiss
Static trees. Static air. Nothing moves;
Lifeless. Stale.

What misses yet pierces through?
Soul contemplating nothingness;
Mute. Thirst.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

solemn.....sighhhhh....

Ray of Light said...

This is beautiful. Just like your soul. :) Thirst. It isnt a word. It is a feeling.