In the window pane

a-word-here

A  word here, there

making their way from parted clouds

to a stream, an open sea

perhaps implying with

a tone not seen

yet assertive enough to be

filled with imagination, reality

being delivered occasionally

to those trapped in fantasy

or fear.

A word here, a reflection of

monsters or angels

in the window pane

there

both with commands, shouted

or softly whispered in ears

leaving choices to

understand.

No suggestion

no-suggestion

As this day progressed towards

clear visibility of stars

my heart was caught off guard

no suggestion out of the blue

to me, brought you

in mind.

It’s been awhile since

last we spoke about life

heartbreak & strife

which always was a piece of

you.

Reading old poems you wrote

reading new ones just surfacing

offers no suggestion about

when this picture was took

but it’s

you.