Distorted Reflections

Distorted images through the tear-stained glass
Reflections of a world so cold and lonely
Have you ever witnessed such a pure light?
The souls glide silently, soundlessly, wordlessly.
Who would ever know that they were there?
Their days, our years, pass by in a blur
More tears gather on the window.
The souls glide silently, soundlessly, wordlessly
They glide toward the distorted reflections
Of a world so cold and lonely.

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

When I read this, it brought to mind the veil that I believe exists between this dimension where time rules, and the one where there is none. Our 3D eyes can only see what is in this world, and if we could see through the veil we would realize how small a part of eternity this world we live in is.
"Their days, our years, pass by in a blur
More tears gather on the window." From a lifetime of lifetimes many tears have stained that glass. Each person that lives has a story, and they pass on and more stories live out, on and on. This is what your poem stirs up in me. Lovely read.