I Look Through The Window Poem by Felix Emeka George

She is looking through the window,
Seeing her inner mind and mine.
Walking in the sands of time,
under a mighty pouring rain.
Thinking our love,
understanding my love, my life.
Old things I did before I met her,
a lover's fright.
Walking through the four corners
My body craving, fading and shivering in the cold arms of this rain.
Like lighting struck my heart,
in war craft theatre.
Resonating in the distance
and dissolving far-Away the old.
Like the whirlwind revolving in time,
travelling as my father's old wall Clock hand.
Moving constantly to the twelve;
a dart of marina-anchor dropped
waiting exactly not a dot per chance.

The day, sun, moon and night,
the truth that is written,
I am here today,
tomorrow is another day.
The chemistry of my whole body aches
Feelings, so sick and tired.
I am thinking about you lately, earnestly.
The opposite always the world to the true desires of men.
If I could travel to the moon
and walk upon the
drifting copper clouds and forsake this sin filled ground.
In my hand, a moon for you.
Now I know love
like a single Saturn ring
hanging unto oneness with a minty breath.
I am lucky to have a woman like you,
until the dance of lily death in the river of life.

Hundreds of days running,
the uneasy weekends
I watch through the window of my life, television,
and listen to radio, news geared to my joy and happiness.
Filtering in, a love song and my vein is inelastic in your chemistry.
A vicious infection that amazes my world than red lips on mine plastered.
Because you amaze, after the creation of all things beautiful,
God gave me a woman.
A warm smile on earth.
Tonight I peek at you,
through the darkened window.
Seeing the beautiful full moon, sweeping tonight aglow.
If you be asleep,
may your dream reflect the most beautiful of me,
your bright Paradise.

I am a good Shepherd grazing lusciously in the valley of your thighs.
The dream I only dream and no more,
thinking of the only thing that ever involved reality.
Let everything else be a lie.
To me you are,
the transmission of the divine.
Thus, the days you and I pour through
In my widest dream,
a totally different dimension of existence in the clouds.
A star of the cosmos.
Learning the beginning of your alphabet made name
I seem insane a being to the rest
but I know the labyrinth of love I have for you is labelled to me.

She still looks through the window,
in my inner mind.
I count through the night
While nobody else trudges.
With the night like the graveyard asleep.
Here I am, still awake like the stream
Eyelids refuse to close
Because I am lonely in my cosy bed tonight.
With the blanket too frigid,
I am laying in bed with the lonely breeze.
Then I remember, I saw your tingle beauty in my core soul enduring all.
In this lonesomeness,
I am lust,
fighting my Chi in a lusty veil waiting for your enviable love

When I wrap my body unto your bosom, soul and spirit
Together, desire drowns in the ocean of mighty love.
The rest of humanity's reality is to the path of death,
Because you are my love, I am happiest for the conveyed earth vehicle.
As I live, there is one I hope,
a hope above an ordinary focus.
In the words I made, through the romantic country length poetry.
Like it never existed
In my existence
the only way I say,
This night has ceased, erased completely over by darkness.
I look through the window,
A chance to take over mine
on yours to no avail.

In my total ipseity,
the sentimental melodrama of your gentle touch,
dribbling through my skin
upon my nose and ear.
Now voyager refrshment I need my dreamless sleep because you are vague
Everything new and old through the window's ever grow dew.
My entire being craving and hungry tonight,
for your taste.
As I remember the evaporation
Of your footprints in the dew.
Like the sweeping off the edge of a beach,
waving inexpressible of all memories,
from darkness into the light.
I am moving to the deep like a grief gardener.
If for any reason,
your smile becomes my fear,
It's forever my pleasure to be in a nightmare

Copyright © Felix Emeka George | 16 JAN 2018