A thought.....

Thy beauty unheard of,
Thy peace never sour,
Thy stature anything but rough,
Thy color made my heaven soar.

You perched near my window,
Stealing my heart as you went,
As the wind shall blow,
Art thou a messenger to me sent?

I recollected my past,
My sins, my bliss, my wounds,
Sorrows so harsh and ghast,
My temper beyond bounds.

I was here, I am here,
All my life and I shall be,
Away from you,
Ignoring beauty thee.

Why hath my conscience reappeared?
After years of heartless rage,
As for money, I deared,
Constrained to my bustling cage.

Why hath you come to me?
To cause such turbulence,
For me to see
And awaken my dormant sense.

And now I gaze.
At time I scarcely see,
And try savoring this face,
Of beauty in all its glee.


Why hath you come?
To bring this enlightening glow,
As too long time has gone,
Why, why you leaf in my window?