Open Windows

Open Windows

I sit sipping my coke

And the moments slowly

Swim by me and and through my mind

The waitress and bartender

Come by from time to time

As we talk idly, I smile outwardly

Because I really enjoy their conversation

And smile inwardly too because I can see

Their soul sparking in their eyes

I don't really know when the storm passed

But now I find myself in a new sort of storm

This one is much different than before---

It's made of a beauty and joy,

Anticipations and sweet innuendo,

Happenstance and coincidence,

Moving now slowly, now quickly

Past me and through me all around

Full of enigma and mystery

Sweet to taste and soft to touch

Now, when I look at someone

Sometimes I see their joy

Other times I see their pain

Reaching out to touch me

Through the open windows of their souls

I know that when we touch, it increases

The joy and softens the pain

And I know that it's really not the storm

That has changed so much as my eyes

Dewey Dirks