From My Windowpane

7/6/2005 The desk light flickers as the breeze creeps in Gentle against my hair, soft to the skin Inside I am burning with thoughts dead to those Outside I feel distant, solitary, alone I stare into the distance, the unknown, the less traveled A long oblique road where trees overshadow Sunshine dissipates, alien to the heart Unknown are the things that people do in the dark Still flickering on, just one light endures Gazing out my windowpane I dream of the road’s course It leads to the horizon so far from where I stand Imagine do I the secrets of another land Then comes the sensual smells combined all in one It floats in the air as if on the run Lingering down that road that I am afraid to follow From my windowpane it’s safer here, far from all sorrow The sights I have seen, the scents and sensations I watch in pause all those around in silent lamentation Those walking down the horizon in search of that great something That change, or what could be that inconclusive loving All this I see from my windowpane