With a book by a window lie wisdom and beauty between walls.
A steady grip on what would lay open in hand,
meaning clear as day as light shines in, she always takes a stand.
Blurred by what nightfall brings,
realizing two deafening and definite things that you will never be:

Fully understood in words
or something through which I can see.
Never in my arms to read
or even by a window within my reach.