Broken Window

images rushing, whirling, out of control -
overwhelmed, my senses go insane.
the wind and rain driving hard and fast –
crescendo in their own symphonic tempest;
the trees groaning, cracking, straining
under the weight of mother nature's fury.
soil and rain colliding together, assaulting
my nose with the purest, sweetest, cologne.

i sit at my broken window,
watching the storm play around me
as a child with a new toy

a thunder clap commands my attention
and i look out into this raging storm,
not knowing what i expect to see
but knowing that i must look -
that i must see what nature's fury
has wrought just for me

sitting still at that broken window
while the storm beats an angry drum
in this outdoor symphony

leaves fall in colors too many to name –
fall to their final resting place amid
long, brown stalks that once housed
beautiful flowers twisting in the gale
and fireweed, still pink `tho’ blooms are gone,
delicately creeps closer to winter

using that broken window
as my portal to the world, waiting
to enter the untamed savagery

through the hissing rain and swirling leaves
a ghostly face is visible in the torrents -
a beautiful face not there in reality…
only existing in the depths of my heart,
my mind, and painted upon my soul –
the perfect face of my soul mate

as i sit at that broken window,
waiting for you to come join me
as i am playing in the rain