Window

Window

The hours that have passed 

have shown us a window 

into a stream of time 

reflecting a possibility 

for something new to be born. 

Your body dances like a flame 

around the cold and dormant 

heart that stirs from slumber 

caused by a loss in faith. 

As each of our fingers 

clutch each other 

ripples are felt through both of us

as we going through a memory 

that has yet to be born. 

In the darkness that our closed eyes bring 

the lights that spark like lighting 

shifting through the shadows 

caressing our eyes.

Our lips bring a silent tremors as flashes 

of hopes and dreams 

feed the small sapling 

of a happen chance love. 

From the joys of friendship 

and the comfort that is born from the feelings

of not being alone, 

we start to feel the winds of change bring us together. 

But the window has begun to close 

and my hand can only touch the smooth glass

that separates by a fraction of space. 

We both can see each other still. 

Its not far. 

Its our reflection. 

And as we gaze into eyes that are familiar 

but not our own, 

I pray that the window may open again.

Just so the sunshine that is your voice 

can wash away the cold around my dormant heart.