The Awakened Window

Awake in a morning full of divine charismatic light

I see a white curtain pulled to the side to reveal

A whitewashed wall proudly flaunts a crayon drawing

That my daughter had colored for me at age nine

I open the window exposed to golden sunshine

Transparent dew drops gleaming with reflections

Smile at me from the tip of a cheerful green leaf

Charming rays sing a soothing melody to welcome me

Today I saw my brilliant grown-up daughter

Sadly I was never a part of her journey

She looks like a timeless old friend never seen

Recounting imaginations of my lost blank years

The dusk reverberates hues of a forgotten mauve

I wish I'd preserved this memory for long enough

To rejoice in the marvels of a captured sunset

When blackness had haunted me for years

The woman next to me together all these years

I look at her like a newfound lover does

Blinking fast she appears to be my wife

Blinking slow I envision her as an angel divine

My eyes twinkle when she seems vibrant

Dressed in her satin wedding gown tonight

We wrap ourselves in a starry blanket

Under the celestial shades of the moonlit sky

A teardrop slides down the corner of my eyes

I shed it quietly at this heavenly jubilation

The yearning I had seen more such nights by her side

When I'd heard her whispers painting them to me

The impressions of my long-lived blank memories

Fade further away when I envision a captivating world

Never had I known it could expose my senses again

When I'd anticipated taking a glimpse in the end

No, I feel elated to awaken this obliterated gift

With visions and marvels to remember in colors

But I wish my eyesight hadn't been lost early

To awaken the windows to my soul when I turned sixty.