Book of Poetry & Intresting/Favorite Quotes

Out My Window

I look out my window

just looking

the light of the setting sun drifting though

I look though the stain glass

the colors glide across the walls

still I look at the window

I blink and start in surprise

I sit in my chair and close my eyes

there it was again

even after I closed my eyes I could still see the window

why I wonder

then comes the answer

so long had I looked out the window

that now I knew it all

no matter how long I kept them closed still the window sat

shifting behind my eyes