Curtains befall my window,
Blinds keep out the light.
Crickets sound the front yard,
Signaling the coming of night.
Colors stretch across the sky,
The trees sway to a beat.
The sky dims in contrast,
As I watch and stare in my seat.
Darkness engulfs the area,
To which I have so far lived.
Stars flare up in the empty,
Giving what light can give.
I retreat down to my bed,
From there I drift to sleep.
Eyes close slowly with my heart,
Into memories that I can keep.
The sound of birds awaken,
As light hits my face.
Morning calls with a song,
And a certain angel grace.
I return to the chair,
From where I wondered why.
What more is out there?
Beyond the changing sky...
-Divin Pecheur
There are many that wonder what lies beyond the sky; What's out there beyond the clouds. They wonder what exactly is there beyond a window pane, and a chair. I can tell you one thing that's out there.
Freedom.
