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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, September 9, 2011

Windows

image from Poets United
You were once as open as the sky
As boundless as the fireflies in June
Watching life through window panes of glass
Your light has dimmed too early and too fast

As boundless as the fireflies in June
Saved inside a Mason jar for keeps
Your light has dimmed too early and too fast
Without air, a fire will not last

Saved inside a Mason jar for keeps
A precious treasure transforms into dross
Without air, a fire will not last
Your windows make you blind as well as masked

A precious treasures transforms into dross
The panes you trust to keep you safe inside
Your windows make you blind as well as masked
An illusion to shut out your past

The panes you trust to keep you safe inside
Watching life through window panes of glass
An illusion to shut out your past
You were once as open as the sky.