Cosmos

Our room has steel windows
When the sun shines
It bounces off the steel and bursts in
Like a cosmic rainbow
Inside we sing the truth
Outside we listen patiently
We do not like to talk
People spill words as if they mean nothing
We like to make each word count
We prefer to think
To dream
To travel in our mind
It feels strange that the world does not rotate in synch
With our thoughts
It is like a counter angle
Twisting and turning of its own accord
We can only watch
Dumb struck
But full of thoughts
We step around the rooms
We know every inch and corner
We feel it with our toes
Sense it with our hands
The world seeps in
But we have our hand upon the door
We can judge what comes in
And what goes out
Our own private Wonderland
A magic place
A private place
We hope the sun rainbow lingers
Perhaps at the end is another dream
We would like to find it if we dare.