As you sit by the window
Do you see the light, or the shadows, dancing out there
Or does emptiness extend a still shadow within
Are you looking out or looking within?
There’s nothing out there really
Your worlds exist, within your soul
Waiting for an honest explorer
To walk through the secret gardens
And know the treasures they hold
Everyday, the light, the shadow and the emptiness
Wait upon you
Watching who gets chosen
To be master or slave!
I like the turns and reflections here- and the surprise of the end.
I so often sit by the window looking into my garden - having read your words, I will now look out into my garden...and into myself....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would chose to be the slave to your master - for you have a masterful talent, in which your poetry is boundless!