12-11-2011, 07:24 PM
loneliness
against the window-pane
cold cheek pressed to cold glass
reflecting
a mask of misery
miming – pity me
her tears match smears
of old rain stains
as she stares
at a naked oak
silhouetted against the moon
eons pass
she becomes aware
of shifting shadows
and play of hand-like
fronds conveying a blessing
seemingly
caressing her
through the glass
she is grateful
that time has passed (this line is to be deleted
against the window-pane
cold cheek pressed to cold glass
reflecting
a mask of misery
miming – pity me
her tears match smears
of old rain stains
as she stares
at a naked oak
silhouetted against the moon
eons pass
she becomes aware
of shifting shadows
and play of hand-like
fronds conveying a blessing
seemingly
caressing her
through the glass
she is grateful
that time has passed (this line is to be deleted