windows

Windows

 
All of the day I am here waiting.
Can no-one see through my glass?
Inside I keep all my beauty there.
Will someone look inside at my heart?
 
Eyes look through me and see the
cobblestones of grey streets.
Look at me!
Peek inside my gapped curtains.
I am beautiful like a flowering garden.
 
When the eventide sun hangs low
I glow like gold from the heavens
They see only the shining glass
of windows not the glowing light
of my love inside.
 
When sunset falls below the trees
I am warmth by the flickering fireside
and candles lit in welcome.
Look into my window and see me.
 
All of the day I am here waiting.
Can no-one see through my glass?
Inside I keep all my beauty there.
Will someone look inside at my heart?