My Windows

I look out through my windows
into other's all around
I see some barely new
I see some of them are bound.
I see some have clouded
by the demanding hands of time
I see some that are older
On theirs is hung a sign.

I see some that look wiser
I see some that are clear
I see some that are colored
as I approach and I come near

I see some like a sunset
reflecting summer's gaze
I see some shattered like storms
and massive tidal waves

All around I see
different hues
different things
I once saw a glasslike marble
as what was inside I just marveled.

What's inside all those windows
it's easy for me to see
although some of them are gaurded
some just set out for free.

I gaze in all the windows
some blazing cerulean blue
some dark and forbidden brown
Some keep changing hue
with the light and the mood.

Inside some close their windows
never to be seen
Some just lay and wait,
open for love's gentle breeze.

Beautiful patterns
and wonderful reflections
Reveal a life's creation
the soul's imagination

What has been said about the eyes
what they can say
How they surprise.
They say you can see what lies
in the depth of someone's soul
I just wonder, and I ponder
How they are the window to the soul.
If anyone sees this soul inside
If they gaze into my eyes
what was said about my dark shading
If they would even take a risk in bathing
in these pools, in my depths

But for now I just wonder and
I just look out through my windows
Sometimes clear, sometimes wet
Gaurded by dark shades of brown
My soul these windows have kept.