From the Window
All things beautiful
Have an ending
Beyond the stars,
And begin in hearts
As close as mine.
With breath quickened
By Summer’s chill
And warmed by Winter’s love,
Eyes once distant and bitter
Now seeing and holding fast.
Drops of rain falling silent
Behind eyes of distant green;
Mourning.
Light and warmth pouring in,
But there is no comfort in them.
Only tears of regret.
Copyright © Christina Sims | Year Posted 2005
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