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Over the garden,

There's a window,

A face in the stained glass.

There may be

No expression,

But there is a past.

Sun shining from without,

Or light glowing from within,

The frontier in between.

Look down

And see the wind's lost whispering.

Look beyond

And remember

A fading horizon.

Running free

In the summer sun,

Life where once was nothing.

Changes

Like winter storms

Weathered their footprints made on the road

Of lies.

A Prisoner

Forced by the spell

To live this silent,

Pain of glass my prison.

Horror and fate

In permanence this condition.

Crying out

Only in this mind.

From the pane there's no sound.

Not a word.

Trapped like

Ghosts in Gehenna.

My only friends

Are long since gone.

Faded away

With the shifting

Of time.

Little shards of sky

Falling silently with the rain.

My poisons draining

From this surface pale,

Falling away with the tears.

What I see is it real,

Or another dream deceiving?

If there's is no chance

Of being what I was once,

Then I must rebecome.

This new life,

From these two dimensions,

Only flows clarity

Through the colored glass.

Twilight visions forever sleeping

As silver nights pass with the dawn.

Swimming in this light ethereal,

The truth and the fear

Made clear by the glass

My shade's drawing near,

Tempting me to persevere

Inside the quiet of this dreaming futility.

Never to interfere:

Never to take part

As the lives pass beneath me.

Like a stream of memories:

Far, yet my hands seem so close.

I reach out for the day

From this night of forever.

Over the garden, in this window

I find my past.

There was once a noble man

Where there is now stained glass.

Looking down,

Light falling through my pane

On the lives at which I only can gaze.

Look beyond,

From this future in stasis,

Accepting, thus I remain.

I'm waiting...