The WindowA Poem by c.m.A symbolic poem. The window itsself represents something.Glass decorated with rain drops Streaming down so lightly Silver panes surround the glass My heart lies on the other side I see him lying down in grass Arms hugging his own chest He turns to face the window A tear falls from his eye My fingers trace the panes As I myself begin to cry I knock on the rain stained glass But no sound reaches his ears I scream and cry; knocking harder The rain falls harder and soaks me through He lies there alone, vulnerable, shedding tears That angel face should never cry I cannot reach him beyond the window My mind can only dream to hold him I may only look upon his angel face Tears falling off us both I want so badly to hold him and wipe his tears To take his pain and feel it myself But the only pain I may feel Is the pane that holds me away from him © 2010 c.m.Reviews
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