Windows show the world… Beyond this pane of glass sits my imagination, well beyond the reflection that greets me A smiling face perhaps, a somber frown at times, this transparent image like a soldier, guards my thoughts and holds my dreams captive
I can see the chest rise and lower as breaths escape the figure telling me it lives, at least for this moment Still the worry of loss fights through the ghost-like outline invading my soul, pulling and pushing on my heart, leaving me exhausted as my mind sails to the silhouette ahead
Two ships, why do they always pass, why is it always at night, when faces are obscured and merely shadows of a dancing moon Ripples of friendship, waves of anguish wake, not knowing the set course or the boundaries of love, reaching for the anchor…much too late
Currents swiftly dispatch the emotions, wash away the feelings in salt water swells Sails are hoisted, memories are swabbed, clean as a whistle, melodic and sad for the song sinks slowly into the mist only to be swallowed by the sea
Still, here I sit, gazing at this clear protection finding not sea worthy vessels, but street lights call and morning suns rise to eliminate my reflection as fingers type in the realization that beyond this glass sits nothing, for once again I am alone