Poem – Window

Time and heartache flashes invisible on the glass
infirmity reigns over
the endless ballet which will not last
She stares down the horizon which forever glowers
and her insatiable shadow
dances with her blossoming flowers
The winds from the North invade her with song
her once-ebullient self
tries to tell her nothing is wrong
The window fabricates but never lies
her lost field of vision
perishes but never dies


© Brent Lienard

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