The Windowpane

The Windowpane

From the bed I watched the dust
turn from gray to white.
Amid the pane,
as if to pass,
Right through the
crackled glass.

The backlit walls,
now black and dark,
A swallow to
the passing through,
The lost,
and those
Looking to
the Moon.

So easily,
the night took day.
A playful fight,
at horizon sight.
To which I watched,
the color swatch,
Grow distance
from my thoughts.

What I was taught,
of grief and loss
Could not stop
my heart...
so lost.
The lonely parts
left alone.
To drift like dust,
with lust across,

A mostly empty room.

Until the light
consumed the night,
And brightened cracks,
took the black,
Bringing back,
what wandered off,
Restoring sight,
and making right,
From inside out,
my soul,
and clothes


Washed from gray to white.