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North American Dreaming: Windows

William Burkholder's poem tells of the joy to be seen through the windows of the soul.

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At times,
It seems as though I am staring down the barrel of a gun,
Ready to go off at a moment's notice.

There are times,
When I gaze into blue crystal pools of soulful love and adoration,
Drowning in them.

Soul’s windows open up to me,
They let in the fresh air of you.
I breathe with rapture's sigh at this,
And these revelations of you.

Thine heart is connected to these pools as no other.
That I bask in their gaze
Is a blessing bestowed upon my heart,
And upon my soul's windows.

To see and witness this beauty of your heart's summation.
That they reflect my gaze and tell me,
Just how lucky I am,
To have this view.


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