Window
There’s a window
on the world
tonight,
looking beyond
the rooftops,
into the heart
of a deepening night.
It’s so still
out there,
beyond the garden,
through the early
springtime,
the drifting clouds,
behind
the moon
and light.
And above,
the sky,
shimmering,
across the pools
of water,
the teardrops fall
fragile,
the stars,
hushed
and gentle,
in their fading
evening light.
For the falling rain
is starlight,
calling
upon the still
and silent earth,
its so quiet,
you can hear the bells
of evensong,
lifetimes
once again
passing by,
in the whispers
of dust
and prayers.
And waiting
behind the stage,
the theatre of time
the call
of departures
just to the left,
‘goodbye to all this,’
whispers the winter,
turning to the roots
he quietly leaves
his garden,
and passes quietly
into the sinking skies,
and west…
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