WINDOW

ebony-mouth 
still carved in yellowed glass 
while her features run 
painted - vitrified 
the truth I laid it down in her lap 
fragile present 
filled up every view 
of emptiness 

and 
the windows cried 
as she walked across 
the halls left back decayed 
the windows criedsight is failing 
weakened he turns away 

silhouette 
I can't erase the lines ... her lines 
though I know I could 
always recall it on my mind 
from the outside 
the voices gently swing 
announcing days 
out of sight 

out of sight