Look Through the Window of My Temple

From the distant heavens to the ground beneath my feet,
These are the limit of my imagination and wonder,
As I sit quietly arousing this lifeless sheet,
Writing reasons of my every success and blunder,

Only one truth exist that I can perceive,
Only my thoughts I can conquer,
Only through my Heart, I can receive,
Only through my beliefs I can ponder,

A certain blue of the sky,
The distinct smell of the Ocean,
The symbolist cloud that is floating by,
The invisible current of a breeze breaking, but never broken.

The love of the moon that ignites my heart,
Like a wolf howling to its distant love,
The stars and all the worlds apart,
Like Ideas twinkling in the darkness above,

My temple where thought congregate in prayer,
A request to consider its beliefs,
My Heart, The Messiah, The Preacher,
Where choices are made and ideas are relieved.

Be in my shoes,
Distinction of the roads I have travelled,
My Soul endured,
From wearing out as mysteries unravelled,

Look through the window of my temple,
Heavenly beauty taints the glass,
You can only taste a sip of the sample,
A pint from the Oceans in my flask,

How Time is timeless,
And its speeches fade away,
How blind these tempers,
And features played and stray,

Even the closest is as far as the Stars,
Each reality's distance too obscure to roam,
Only a faint light visible from afar,
But may it still guide you home.

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