Windows

Setting sun,
Rising moon,
The windows shuttered,
The world slumbers.

Beyond the window,
Stars shine bright,
Radiant diamonds,
In the night.

Beyond the window,
A forest green,
Brims with secrets,
As of yet unseen.

Beyond the window,
Lie distant lands,
Filled with wonders,
Beyond the reach of my hands.

Beyond the window,
A river flows,
The shimmering water,
Dotted with fishing boats.

Beyond the window,
Lay mountains pristine,
Forbiddingly cold,
Though they brilliantly gleam

Beyond the window,
Dwell creatures unknown,
Piercing the air,
With inhuman moans.

Beyond the window,
Are adventures to be had,
Battles to be fought,
And multiple paths

But beyond the window,
Is also where realities wait,
Subduing whatever,
Dreaming minds can create

Beyond the window,
Is where hopes wait,
Falling and fading,
As the nights turn to day.

Beyond the window,
Is where dreams wait,
With the window pane as,
As imagination's gate.

Yet beyond the window,
Is where possibilities wait,
For those dreamers,
Who give their visions weight.

Setting Moon,
Rising Sun,
Windows are opened,
Journeys are begun.

~Aaradhana N.