Heaven’s Window

Teetering on tipped toes, chin and fingertips cling to the window sill, as the sight before me unfolds.

Eyes agape, imagination boundless, as an uncharted truth, measures countless.

Inner palpitations resound, echoes of recognition, dizzy my crown.

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The pulse quickens, the brow beads, worry of celestial trespass, trembles my knees.

Worry naught, allowance is gifted.

Perception of heart, the ticket of admission.

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Harmony smothers thought, senses reel from this honey glazed place.

Utopic flavors enrich, aromas of serenity, flesh tingles with embrace.

It’s nearly too bright, impossibly so. Golden radiance illuminates, not from above, but below.

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This tree of vitality, dances about, serenading my spirit, with inescapable clout.

A lone bench beckons company, like sirens of old.

The scene tickles my memory, with tales untold.

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Youthful giggles flutter like butterflies, right through my false frame.

This laughter intimate, unheard, yet forever it remains.

The tone comforts and refreshes, like a maternal swaddle, it nurtures, it blesses.

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My heart beats with impassioned remembrance, as the child frolics about.

Familiarity stirs emotion, like a song once forgotten, now sung out.

His innocence immaculate, his manner of play refined, just before the dawn of time.

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The boy gazes my way, recognition incarnate, all that I am, he is able to harness.

A gesture reflected, with the nod of our head.

Truth unites in realization, as I celebrate my old friend.

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Understanding pours forth, as purpose restores my soul.

For this boy I once was, in realms of transcendence, before sleep laid me low.

On this sill I stand firm, whole once again, my breath reunited, with where creation began.