The window into my soul,
Shows me completely whole,
Nothing to hide,
No place to reside,
You can see me utterly,
When through the window, I am spied.
The window into my soul,
Glistens in the Sun,
Sparkles better than anyone,
In it burns a light, when the day has done,
Glowing embers after all the warmth has gone.
The window into my soul,
Has glass that reflects you and me,
Shows you who you want to be,
Magnifies us as large as can possibly see,
Reflects us together rather more clearly.
The window into my soul,
Is like a crystal ball,
Shows you a door to escape it all,
With a hundred miracles for us all,
Where magic moonbeams often fall.
© Jacqueline Richards 2008
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