WINDOW LAND

In window land
My heart knows care
Tis oft compelled
To sit and stare
At ailing blue who rake's its death
In rippling clouds
In Scarlet's breath, so...

Moving air, in god's last rites
From here to gone that,
Lost lost light, now...

Simmering in a fire's eye
Reflections here...
Such wounded sky...
Reduced and smudged
To velvet's black
And who pray might
Fetch dead day back?

For where might go
A banished light?
To which world yonder out of
sight?
While left here on this broken chair
Tis I cry sad and full of care,

Still calling out...
Come back! come back!
From window lands
With glass hearts...
Cracked

M P 22/12/21