An eternity looking out a
dirty rusting stained
window
A reflection of grey skies and flat fields
in my tired eyes
longing to see a dip or rise in the never changing landscape
or ocean
or civilisation
I bought new glass
but rain looks the same
i painted the wood
with colours bright and gay
but skies remain grey
I oiled the locks,
but I never opened them
so I left the window
i walked to where I had always looked
and though the clouds hung dully, the sun
persevered
the earth was alive
i looked at the nature
i saw youth, and age
maybe I saw a home