Far-off past
now out of touch.
Back then there was
no remedy,
no clarity
to the pain that buried them.
It was bigger than all else
obscuring reality
like a Half-known dream,
like reflections on a window.
Now in touch
and lost in love,
two dull worlds collide-
a rainbow prism
where darkness used to reign,
Rays disperse
but the night is gone,
Banished by sunlight
rainbows
reflections on a window,
showing straight through to their mended souls.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections on a Window
PoetryUnedited. Raw poetry from the mind of an aspiring author. When it comes to me, it will find its home here. Types and forms of poems will vary.
