Through the Window
A breath of spring approaches here,
It twists and swirls within this room,
And swells upon my soft cocoon,
I dare to face the morning freeze,
To seize the world beside me.
Through the window I see the lie,
And the faces of the life behind.
The world captured in frames,
Their pyrrhic smiles through the pane.
But then I see Louise
Whose curly hair flows through the gentle breeze.
Oh, how easy it would be, to take her hand across the sea.
One day I shall be free
To see her face and call her name.
For no darkness could stop our flame.
Together we will shine,
Until our hands were withered and our youth was gone,
After our bodies had faltered and our souls had drifted on,
Forever we will shine.
My room trembles from the evening train.
A roar of the midnight hour.
Nestled beneath the warm cocoon.
I see a planted flower.
The horn of the train begins to fade.
While I sleep in my closed tower.
In the room I spent my youth,
I cower to the truth,
But before I give to the rain,
I peek through the window while summer reigns,
Through the window is the world around me,
And the faces of friends I’ll never see again,
To the far corners of the earth,
Goodbye to those who know my name,
But I will be joined by another,
Whose blue eyes still fill my reveries,
A fog looms around the pane.
She now calls to another name.
But somewhere in time.
I will feel her touch, and listen to her sing.
A day before her coming vows.
Together we could shine,
Forever we could shine.
On a stone floor icy to the skin,
I’m at the end of my descent to sin,
Hours before the daily trade,
I reach for the window to the evening shade,
I lay marooned on the sands of misery,
Only now do I grasp the mystery,
I spent many nights with little sleep,
Filled with lipstick, lace, and soft mystique,
Such empty glee decays in my refrain,
For each night ends behind the windowpane.
Through the window the world escapes me,
For all my friends are across the sea,
In their lives I am cast aside,
But I cannot leave my dream behind,
In the wake of autumn I see her glee,
Her arms around a child of a different tree.
I am ensnared in the root of damnation,
Forever I am destined for isolation.
I will always be trapped behind the pane,
Never will I step beyond the frame.
I am in a mire of seclusion,
How I wish for an end to the illusion!
The shine is stifled in unmade revelry,
Absent in pane, light, and passing reverie,
Oh, How easy it would have been,
To feel the warmth of her soft skin,
Drops of water pool beside my hand,
Behind the window I will wilt into the land.
I now reside in an enclosed room,
Where fair folks look at me in passing days.
I am without worry in my cocoon.
For my food is now brought on silver trays.
I need not fear of bitter winter nights,
Because I feel warmth inside my cell.
Though time has begun to claim my sight,
I gaze through the pane from my woven shell,
Through the window is the world without me,
One that my friends are no longer in
I see her face through memory.
The only way I can see her again.
I close the open window at my side,
My eyes moving toward my withered skin,
The whistle of the train begins to subside,
As my mind repents for forgotten sin.
Rousing the shine to a now barren stream,
I discern the night, and desert the dream.