The Window
By Wei-Chih Eudela
The windows are said to be the eyes of a home
I like viewing into them when I am all alone
Because they give me a short glimpse of the scenery
The things that enter my eyes and into my memory
I can see the buildings and nature as it is.
The places, when I go, surely I will dearly miss
The birds when they fly, the couples when they kiss
The cold wind that touches my skin, giving me bliss
The places I see outside reminds me of my desire
To explore and travel is a dream I longed and aspire.
A dream that’ll stay with me even when my life expires
My raison d’être, my purpose, the goal I’m inspired
Perhaps if I go out of the window, I’d be able to see more
The things beyond my house, the things I want to see and adore
Maybe, all my limitations I hold are myself and the heaven’s floor
If that is so, I should go out and run to reach the door!
