Isn't it interesting metaphor every window is sometimes a door♥️ A room so dark you witness an Ark A door through which you walk into a canvas of clouds everchanging A door for birds to walk in and claim a space on faulty ceiling fan A door to breeze and sunshine a pinch a dazzle of divine and Spirits of unwelcomed thoughts The call of last Kauaʻi ʻōʻō bird A longing for something that no longer exists..