The windows are thrown open
and the light is coming in,
bright
sunshine
all glimmering glow
filtered down through clouds too high
in a stream,
in a rivers glow,
and the air is moving
slow,
so slow,
gentle
kind
as the birds
they're singing,
God
they're singing so loudly
in a caucophony
symphony,
tympanic crash of sound
of joy,
of love and symmetry
as they're fluttering...
And the windows,
they're thrown open wide
and the world
the whole world
is coming in
an suddenly...
I am not alone.
somehow, there is something beautiful about loneliness at times of perfect beauty... of waking up in bed on a morning where the sun is five feet from your window and the whole world is wrapped in a chrysalis of sound, and you feel so completely isolated from it, but are not above or displaced from the beauty of it all... sometimes, throwing open the windows (doors, barriers, excuses, et al), can feel so much... SO MUCH like triumph.
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