My Window Into a Brand New World

My Window Into a Brand New World


Found Poem Using Excerpts from The Secret Life of Bees

Reemerging, like a dream from the bottom of the night
I’ve had fantasies of secret gardens.

Moving through long blue shadows cast by
Flowers whose giant silver petals creak slightly with the breeze.

I stare out of awe for the mystery
On the silver screen where dreams come and go

Light streamed in; hazy; warped; blurred;
Silver-grey with a slightly smoking shimmer.

Trees so pure you feel you can see right through them,
My window into a brand new world.

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