Broken pieces of glass
an untouched wrist
tears running wrought
and causing a blinding mist
The wind blew in
and shattered it all
and with all this mess
this room’s suddenly too small
But as the sun shines through
the glasses shine
through all this sorrow
this light seems mine
Too many years I have lived
with no knowledge of light
with only strength of my trusted senses
and this mind’s might
So now when the good times dawn
and the light shimmers past
I smile and wonder
Was ti just the wind that broke the glass?
