Carmina A Book of Poems

Bareness

Bareness

The floor feels cold

Under my bare feet

Out there, threads of gold

Paint the hills my eyes meet

Out the windows

With lighter shades of green.

I can see the wind blow

And I want to feel it between

My fingers... Or even more

My night robe now seems heavy

I let it drop down to floor

Feeling free of a burden, a levee

I open the window

Side to side

Opened wide

And let my spirit grow

With this wonderful nakedness

The warmth touch of the sun caresses

My entireness

Completeness

I can see it now

With nothing to block my sight

I can see the world so bright

Outside

Inside

Was before so dark and dismal

Now that I've got rid off my clothes

There's a difference, abysmal

Oh the outer skin, hypocrisy loathes

There be always

A word not spoken

A kiss not given

A road not taken

A time not spent

In all the possible ways

A letter not sent

A love not confessed

A time to get undressed

And open your window

And let the world to know

You dropped your robes down

And freedom will be your crown

Bare your world to be blessed.