The Window

You opened a window on your world

And a sudden rush of sea breeze

Tossed my hair, touched my face,

Brought the taste of sea salt in its’ wake.

And I could hear your footsteps

On the rocky path,

Winding their way

Precariously

Round the craggy headland.

Could see with your eyes

The misty morning colours,

Sea and sky blended from soft pastels,

A peaceful palette, a gentle awakening.

You smiled and asked me in.

But I could only stand transfixed,

Trapped in my own world

On the other side

Of the window.

©Bernie Delaney

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6 Comments

Such beautiful words.

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October 2, 2018 at 5:23 pm Reply

Aww Sonia, thank you so much for taking the time to comment….The fact that you found something good in it is the icing on the cake.

Your imagery in so vivid. Lovely write 😊

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October 3, 2018 at 7:59 am Reply

Thank you so much for commenting, Dorinda and delighted that you liked it!

Windows are curious things.
Especially the eyes of our souls…

Playful, yet a bit haunting 🙂

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January 28, 2019 at 10:58 pm Reply

Thanks for stopping by, Jules. Yes, we see with our eyes, but it is the soul that interprets it 🙂

Poetry: The Window