There was just a tiny little peep hole

Almost a squeeze in the stone wall.

The wall that withstood many a tempest

And many ill tempers,

Wasn't a play for one to peep through.

A squeeze so minute and so red

Especially when it was a glimpse

Into the unknown of some far off yonder.

One eye and then with the other

I tried to peer to see what glories

Were held in the great unknown.

I pried and I twisted some of the red away to peep a little more.

Wait. I could see a little something.

Another wondrous creature

Peeping at me from the red beyond

To see if there were some great glories

On my side of the unknown.

I backed away abashed

And turned away from the peep spot.

As I turned, I saw as if for the first time,

The different colors and hues

That my walls held me within.