Beyond the glass...

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...

 

Author's Note

"God gives us dreams a size too big so that we can grow into them." ~ Author Unknown

Reviews

[Ladysue]

this is sad, but the last line does bring hope and hope is everything...A beautifully written piece...I like the quote in your note...nicely done...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

If we live with shades on the world will always be nothing more then a shadow... but let the sun in and the world has no limits.

[Tate Morgan]

this dream would have sxcared me i think But well preaserved it is .I too write of dreams and sometimes there not bad This is fluid scary

[OT]

very nice!! a sad almost melancholic tone to the words, but they flow effortlessly, an almost apathetic glaze to it, but with a tiny spark of hope perhaps hidden behind the glass!

[Linear]

Now thats poetical artistry, loved the picture you painted it flowed down the glass with fluid motion, I was going to say the last line was special, but that would be a lie, the whole is one poem and as such is quite wonderful, thank you

[Jenny Nelson]

I can really feel this one. A very powerful piece.

[?]

Amazing!! I love this one so much. So deep. Look beyond what you see in the world and look to your dreams. Wow! Really really enjoyed this one Craig.

[emmajoy]

A sad, sad mood wrote this poem, but I see a peep of light, a hint of hope that the rain will clear and a precious life will brighten up one day.

You always write so sensitively, my friend: ' A world in living movement and color now.' - that's how it should be.

(By the way, a great quote)