the window

there’s a window in the attic
straight above
it’s a portal to the heavens
born of love

where we used to lay together
watch the sky
posing questions of creation
asking why

seeking answers to the mystery
purpose, role
for divining one so tiny
as a soul

what’s to harvest of the will 
sown from this seed
why breathe life into conception 
what’s the need

though we searched throughout the stars      
in long debate
not an answer that we found
could i relate

save conclusions that our search       
was somewhat flawed
and a smile and a kiss
are proof of God

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