Windows to My Soul

I was staring at my curtains blowing when this poem came to me

The sheer curtains

blow mysteriously

in and out of 

the open window

Outside, there 

are miles and miles

of bare land

stretched out

with a passageway

down the middle

Fir pines draw a

sketchy outline in

the distance

I look out realizing

I am far away from

any source of 

human life

wondering where

that passageway

went -

I know

a radiant, lustrous

patch of land

with wizardry

and sorcery

in every corner

I was in

Mysticville

where all magic

is allowed

Outside 

the window started

changing scenery

I saw bits of my

childhood

happy and carefree

fragments of my

experiences all 

coming together

to form a wondrous

essence inside of

me

Should I take

the walk?

I think I'm there

already

the pieces are

complete for now -

I'm not choking

on my love 

but giving it

and with that

always comes 

receiving it

Balance and peace

from a window view

Author's Note

I'd like constructive critque, encouragement and inspiration. Nothing descructive or negative.