Beyond the glass...A Poem by Craig Froman
I will believe, come what may...
How dark the rain that stained the glass like blood,
Each drop crawling in a slow, steady stream.
An endless river, a torrential cursing flood,
Washing all joyous life away, it would seem.
Somehow beyond the glass my eyes perceived
A world in living movement and color now.
How my heart truly ached to believe,
What this painted canvass might allow.
Now my fingers cling to the cold, clear pane;
Out there is a wondrous world to pass.
My eyes, my darkened eyes remain,
May they ever behold what is beyond the glass...
© 2011 Craig Froman
Shelved in 2 LibrariesAdded on January 18, 2011
Last Updated on January 18, 2011
Small town, AR
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