The WindowA Poem by Justin TobeyThe Window is less about seeing other things, but reflecting the world as it could be to how it is.Translucent beauty. Though the surface is smooth, Layers and textures abound, Morphing images and sounds.
Through the glass, Blurry greens and blues With the occasional speck Of red or brown birds.
I place my palm On the flat, flat surface. However, it is so smooth, That I fall right through.
A new world Vivid and alive with sight and sound. A clear river cuts through The rolling green hills.
I spin around In stunned shock and awe To find that the smoothest glass Has faded into thin air like mist.
I walk along The edge of the gurgling river Back to its watery source In the high, purple mountains.
I reach it: A rocky, bubbling spring It empties into a series of pools, Clear and reflective.
I look forward, To catch a glimpse of my reflection Or the sandy, shallow bottom. Instead, I see my world, as it is.
In comparison, Nothing is good or right. Catastrophe after catastrophe Rage among the great nation.
Image after image Flies across the water, The tears of the stars. I lean forward to see and learn.
Entranced, I get closer and closer. Finally, with a mighty splash, I fall into the endless abyss.
The world shatters. © 2008 Justin TobeyAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 21, 2008 Last Updated on May 25, 2008 AuthorJustin TobeyThe West, Milky Way Galaxy, ExistenceAboutName: Justin Age: Older than some piano benches, younger than some stars. Brain-orientation: Right Eye color: Brown Pet rock's name: Supreme High Chancellor Nuic I've always been interested in .. more..Writing
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