the window

a cool wind blew off the lake into an open window of a tent

through a complacent mind humble way of ears listening close to this

the pause was a gift from the stars of strange distant eyes undressed

where the silver collides with the bronze chasing reflection vest

limping into the fields of rejection piled with the prongs

served on the spot wine tie thoughts that abandon songs

worded into a mound of glazed sculpture from the wheel

trimmed and cleared of the unclean beings of the day

the temperature was the perfect environment for rest

the smell brought in the best a heaven could give  

I was dreaming of the present into what this all has meant

where a cool wind blew off the lake into the window of a tent