Windows

When i go for a drive, i always stare at the windows. They always fascinate me.

Light flows over

With liquid grace

Slipping frictionless

Across the flawless face

Tangible but ethereal

Across it’s flawless surface

Without ever stopping

In summers furnace

Like quicksilver it sparkles

Untouchable to all

It slips and skates

And leaves me in awe

Smooth as silk

Soothing as rain

Forever changing

Never to be the same

Watching the windows

On the cars as they pass

Puts me at ease

A sense of peace at last

The light that flows

With a shadows grace

Brings a smile

To my stoic face

Watching car windows

Leaves me serene

At peace for now

Brought on by daylights sheen

As I exit the bus

I wait patiently till

The next I will see

The windows liquid

With lights silent trill