August 2005
Seeing the world through dirty Windows
A creeping of light behind dusty curtains
A new day, spoilt by scornful cliché
The innocence of the pure clouds that stretch the skies.
Memories line the wall, the future another.
One moving in, one out the open Window
As the first light shines on freckled photographs
With a steady ambience of pure wind and time.
A Window of danger, a Window of hope;
All dreams dashed and all dreams made.
All lives lost and all lives saved.
A powerful frenzy of love and hate.
The oceans of text that are a future
Have stacked themselves and opened doors
But they lay sleeping for now, or it is me
As the first light fades, fades away.
