Wondering, Wishing, Wanting…

Blues, pinks, scarlets and emeralds glimmer above my head
In the darkness that envelopes the emptiness of the four, taunting walls I can’t seem to elude from,
I lay on the fresh lavender and lilies taking in the scent,
Parsing the smell savoring it bit by bit,
I look up into the lights thinking there’s a no better sight,
For I haven’t gotten the oppurinty to explore anything beyond the place I call home,
I strech my head to the crystal glass,
The moon as high as the most graceful bird can fly,
Wondering, wishing and wanting to look at the view from another region where thrills,
Beauty and enthused turmoil occur,
Wondering, wishing, wanting…