Author: merja
Date:Jun 18 2003
My house has many windows
Which let inside the sun,
Cumulus curtains whispering
Sway the setting of tea;
This is my internal sea.
Walls of colour uncertain in hue
Show landscapes of Natural skin.
Cushions pile high to the chair,
Or sit in comfort on a hardwaood floor.
Each of those windows open to views
So you may see the scenes which I love
Sensual Nature, resounds from above
Birds sing, and enliven, and stire.
My palace has a window which opens to sea,
Another reveals mossy carpets and forestry.
ZOne breathes in nocturnal silence of desert sand
and yet another has great mountains, icy and cold.
If you enter a window, you never will leave.
My temple of worship can never be reached.
No road, no water way, you just never will believe.