Window
All your words, your thoughts, the things you like or don’t, your voice, your
laugh, the room when you’re happy and when your sad, all these have become the window through which I see the world. When your gone the light is out and the window dark.
Comments
from your thoughts
out of that window
the beauty of motion we can’t see
from the hidden cross in a box
cottage in a dale
mist hidden trees
snow ?
people,
mono magic
searching for that fleeting glimpse of light or shadow,
our search for I thought perfection but I think satisfaction