![]() Beyond the glass...A Poem by An owl on the moon![]() I will believe, come what may...![]() ![]()
How dark the rain that stained the glass like blood, Each drop crawling in a slow, steady stream. An endless river, a torrential cursing flood, Washing all joyous life away, it would seem. Somehow beyond the glass my eyes perceived A world in living movement and color now. How my heart truly ached to believe, What this painted canvass might allow. Now my fingers cling to the cold, clear pane; Out there is a wondrous world to pass. My eyes, my darkened eyes remain, May they ever behold what is beyond the glass...
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Added on January 18, 2011Last Updated on January 18, 2011 Author![]() An owl on the moonAbout2024 is here... May we make it so much more heaven than hell... Wishing all peace on earth... Together, maybe we go the distance... The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet t.. more..Writing
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