“Open Window” by Ami Kaye

Pale imaginings color
my dreams.
The windows to my soul
are not my eyes,
they are my poems.
Words spoken straight
from the heart; true of self
authenticated by pain,
supported by the ruddy fire
of laughter and banished
with the grey tears of life.

I think and feel sorely
through unvarnished words,
the vanquished fear of vulnerability
and yet the strength of truth,
searing honesty that
sits upon the balanced edge of eternity;
that which flies and which remains
can be seen, filtered through
a semblance of
intuition.

That which enters
can also depart
through the
open window
in idyllic realities
beyond a veiled Elysium.