Windows

As such moments pass, drizzling blinks
rippling tidal waves amass my ink
I wish I had some more to drink
this lonely whisper makes me think.

The wind is howling, lovely storm
lightning flashes striking my arm
why do I care? no need for alarm
it's just a twitch in sentence form.

Dark is the sky's reticenct clouds
my reluctant stance in mimicked shroud
all that surround my hand is proud
I'm creating said paragraph, finished now.

I try not to talk of religion; why?
it's too complicated for us to surmise
Not sure why I brought that up; a disguise?
A cameo of lines carving such divides.

The house is sleeping, damn she's getting old
too many showers, and sun, I suppose
I should've wrote this on paper, perhaps in a prose
Nice ideas always trapped in my soul.

I'm getting sleepy, my restless mornings
yawning, eyes open in slumbering nothings
of the sort too frigid and haunting
her nonexistence is lame a thought formed.

Rambling wonders in wandering ripples
of the puddle I see in lieu of the drizzle
complete the night as the fire sizzles
Restless, no moor but I looks through this window.