Window

As I lay my fingers on the frozen glass

A wave tries to guide my hands

For it was a ghost that passed

How could it be true!

The chill the night brought

Was that you?

A gasp that softly escapes

A gentle squeeze in my ribs

Shivers that go through down my spine

You have taken everything that was mine

The window lets in the sun

But I see none

The night remains

But love is often called insane

Shadows here are fair

wrapping me forever in despair

Let this be my window

Sometimes you pass to say hello

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

"The window lets in the sun
But I see none"
I love this line...it subtle..you are calling the window gracious..you are acknowledging it without being able to bring its fruit to fruition
there is so much beauty and grace in that line..love it
the last four lines are like that as well
this poem is deceptively un-simple and I love it
it has a lot of soul and a lot more technique is built into it than meets the eye at first glance...well done, and shame on the other 170 viewers who didn't comment

[Timeless Hope]

Thank you, I appreciate your opinion. You know, you chose my favorite line as well! This poem means a lot to me and is very close to heart for it was written for a reason that will remain hidden for the most part, but I am glad you liked it!

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I did, very much...glad you friend requested me

[White Ink]

Sad yet very hauntingly beautiful! i love it

[Siren]

This is a good write. The ending could be smoothed, and connected a bt better--from a transition from the despair and into the joy. But overall, you've done well! Keep up your writing!