The Window

From in the darkness where thoughts remain

lies his hopes concealed behind glass window panes

Reduced, broken down, imagined and frail

re-imagined to tell and his thoughts let loose

The cold of his heart matched the ice in his veins

There was no warmth, that idea was mute

No part he cared, but yet still he did

While the window pane he discovered

was through the heart of his child.