Through this stained glass window I see
You staring at me. Me staring at you.
But only one can see the other.
Do you even know I’m here?
Always watching. Waiting for you to see
That I’ve never left.
I see her gentle face all day
Always out of reach,
Yet just a foggy mirror rests between us.
I try to wipe away the dirt
Reclaim the beauty that was once shared on both sides
But succeed only in smearing it further.
You cannot hear me, I cannot hear you.
Yet I can see, see the you I’ve always known.
Always loved.
Still you remain blind.
Blind to me and blind to you.
No words I say can clear the grime away,
So here I remain a helpless viewer,
Lost in an image that may not even be real.
I yearn for the day that her veil is lifted
And the forever constant truth makes itself known.
The truth that I am here
And she is there.
Two people, separated only by fog
Yet forever together.
Someday I will show her the her I’ve always seen.
The the window will clear.
No longer will we be separated
Together at last.
Free of the restrictions these lies have placed upon us
Finally able to be who we were always meant to be.
Through this stained glass window I see;
Only you and me.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
Through this stained glass window I see
You staring at me. Me staring at you.
But only one can see the other.
Do you even know I’m here?
Always watching. Waiting for you to see
That I’ve never left.
I see her gentle face all day
Always out of reach,
Yet just a foggy mirror rests between us.
I try to wipe away the dirt
Reclaim the beauty that was once shared on both sides
But succeed only in smearing it further.
You cannot hear me, I cannot hear you.
Yet I can see, see the you I’ve always known.
Always loved.
Still you remain blind.
Blind to me and blind to you.
No words I say can clear the grime away,
So here I remain a helpless viewer,
Lost in an image that may not even be real.
I yearn for the day that her veil is lifted
And the forever constant truth makes itself known.
The truth that I am here
And she is there.
Two people, separated only by fog
Yet forever together.
Someday I will show her the her I’ve always seen.
The the window will clear.
No longer will we be separated
Together at last.
Free of the restrictions these lies have placed upon us
Finally able to be who we were always meant to be.
Through this stained glass window I see;
Only you and me.
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