Window Glass

Through the glass thin pane of the window, I knew the refrain of your voice. I rejoice in the choices I have made, Walk down the drive, on past your home. Through the thought of glass so thin Come in, come in, but I refrained. I stand in joy outside the glass Wandering off as your voice sings out. Wandering is now for me a way, No more glass, staring at pleasures I could not have nor enjoy. The smell of your fire follows after.