Clearing

If my soul 
had a window 
one would see
beyond a forest
filled with trees
of past loves
standing guard mightily 
around a dell
and as the 
snows of curiosity 
dance and fall 
some do gather 
into tall drifts 
of playful inspiration 
but most go
about their business 
of being folly
if my soul 
had a window 
upon you it
would silently gaze
for you love 
are my clearing