The Window

There sits a window in a room,

Between realities.

Where it overlooks,

Only the blind can see.

To look beyond the curtain,

Is to see what can’t be seen.

All can gaze upon it,

Most will never know what I mean.

In a window there is a room,

Between realities.

Published by Jesse Breck

Jesse has been writing for over 15 years. He runs CopyThat. A website that offers his skills as a freelance writer. View all posts by Jesse Breck