The Window

As i draw the curtains                            one by one the black curtains of mind a window appear as all thoughts disappear can sound  reflect the sight that leave vision to notice the magical colours of spring... in frond of the window in a stormy weather when rain leaves spots tears of my soul of a crying face as i watch the snow falling on a cold winder day the coldness of a heart trying to escape in front of the window as sun travels on a bright clear blue sky counting the days as seasons changing standing on my window of faith of total dissolution where pictures are changing pictures of mind that draw faces or landescapes... faces of wonder of sadness of desperation or total satisfaction then nature solitude of man's absent on a burning forest where wild animals running to survive.... on an ocean that govern tempest when fishes lost their way as waves dragged them out of place.... staring out of the window in open view that travel me to past and scream from pain where present open doors choices that i can make where future is unknown i draw lines to my painting of a peaceful face where soul find the right place looking out of the window in total calmness what i see? a spoil birthday party... a celebration of will.... people like me painters without knowing it.