Underneath an ancient cave
Built on a rock
Firmed by ice and crust
Aching in strength and built
There a curved outlook
Not a window but only so
Not a hinge
But an opening with an owl
Stays forthwith
The night smooths away
Leaving behind marks of time
There I see everything
From beauty to life
From holiness to demnation
From blessing to curse
Alas from life to death
The window of my heart
Beaming in crude eloquence
Honing paths of glory
And lone with haunting gury sight
And epic addiction
There I find love – Doreen
There I hope to stay in love
The window of my heart
Is wiped clean with heavenly rains
Of dozen times I have fallen
I know the last air in is Doreen.
