The windows are the eyes to the soul.
I’m thinking of a place.
One far from here
It could be the future.
It could all be in my mind.
There is a field:
Trees
Tall grass
Weeds
A lake
Darkening sky
A haze fills the air.
Its cold.
But not too cold that frost forms.
There are children playing.
They’re sounds of laughter fill the air.
They’re faces are blurred, but their voices are familiar.
There is a woman. Also with a clouded face. Her voice I know all too well…
There is a house.
2 story
Not too big
Not small
Not brick, but pretty all the same.
There is man, and his face is mine.
He’s older, a little more worn than I.
He looks happy. But then I know he can’t be me…
The image zooms to the sky.
Birds are flying
I can’t make out what they are.
The image goes back to the man.
He’s crying now.
I don’t know why.
I want to ask him.
I want to question him.
I want to console him.
Why I don’t know.
But my voice is frozen.
Unable to speak.
Everything moves.
Away from the man
Away from the woman with the clouded face.
Away from the children and they’re laughter.
Away from the field;
With the house, the trees, the tall grass, the weeds, the lake, and the darkening sky.
I awaken. With a strange feeling of déjà vu. My body is cold. There’s sweat.
I’m confused. It didn’t seem like a dream, it seemed like something more.
I don’t understand. I question. I think. I ponder. I wonder.
What does it all mean?
Something?
Happiness?
Sorrow?
Or maybe nothing at all…
One far from here
It could be the future.
It could all be in my mind.
There is a field:
Trees
Tall grass
Weeds
A lake
Darkening sky
A haze fills the air.
Its cold.
But not too cold that frost forms.
There are children playing.
They’re sounds of laughter fill the air.
They’re faces are blurred, but their voices are familiar.
There is a woman. Also with a clouded face. Her voice I know all too well…
There is a house.
2 story
Not too big
Not small
Not brick, but pretty all the same.
There is man, and his face is mine.
He’s older, a little more worn than I.
He looks happy. But then I know he can’t be me…
The image zooms to the sky.
Birds are flying
I can’t make out what they are.
The image goes back to the man.
He’s crying now.
I don’t know why.
I want to ask him.
I want to question him.
I want to console him.
Why I don’t know.
But my voice is frozen.
Unable to speak.
Everything moves.
Away from the man
Away from the woman with the clouded face.
Away from the children and they’re laughter.
Away from the field;
With the house, the trees, the tall grass, the weeds, the lake, and the darkening sky.
I awaken. With a strange feeling of déjà vu. My body is cold. There’s sweat.
I’m confused. It didn’t seem like a dream, it seemed like something more.
I don’t understand. I question. I think. I ponder. I wonder.
What does it all mean?
Something?
Happiness?
Sorrow?
Or maybe nothing at all…