Beyond the Glass Window (Poem)

Beyond the Glass Window

The room dark with curtains closed

For ages passed, the same fear posed

Hovering beyond the glass window

Crumpled and old, legs dragged,

She moved to the window, the carpet rotten

Her wait was long, towards the light to go

Shivered hands, she pulled the dusty strings

Light poured in, the glass melted

When the heavy reluctant curtains drew

Bleak eyes, she squinted

And caught a glimpse or more

Not of a stairway nor a long winded road

The children played in the garden across

Flowers danced just beyond

Birds sang right above

Streamed tears, she beheld

The beauty and absurdity of all

The dark room for ages consumed

Everything precious beyond the glass window.