Tuesday, December 10, 2013

at the dark window

Everything changes your perspective
Even the light upon the sill
Even the sadness in your glittered eyes
Even the small, curled wisp of hair
That you tuck
And you filter
Each word through the stained glass of truth
The brittle shards, swallowed
The splintered heart, soothed
Only by the open
Dark window of opportunity
You can see the risk--
Take it.
Be moved.