The window panes speak of stormy nights
the rains coming from within.
The burden of the wind proves too much
and all is shattered.
Broken dreams underfoot
Step lightly now,
mind the glass,
Worry not about the blood -
It will vanish in time.
Anna thought she would find love in that field
what she got was less
a pair of arms
with nothing between them.
There is a firefly on the horizon
it burns for you
Do you see it?
