windows

i'm trying so hard to look out the window,
to see the light and focus on the brightness,
to conquer the darkness
and witness beauty.

a glimpse of some beautiful trees grasp my vision,
as i sit on the train watching the mountains go by,
i feel a majestic feeling,
on the inside.

sometimes i find myself nearing into a gaze,
looking outwards from the inside,
as if something out there calls to me,
always by the great big glass pane.

there are no windows here,
only the sight in front of me on the edge of this bridge,
leaning into the hudson do i see,
a reflection of myself on the water.

doesn't seem like anywhere in the world,
is without something marvelous to peer at,
something to greet and reach into with your eyes,
windows