Window Pane

How often you come
To gaze the flowered meadows
Beyond pane,
Through me,
Window vain.

Vision to see your surroundings
To know your home
Allowing rays to shine
Through me,
Clarity fine.

You, past me, to without
And I, to you, within me
Reflecting your smile
Through me,
An empty tile.

Four walls surrounding you
All enclosed and dark within
Except single pane
Through me,
Empty and inane.

The brutal elements of grey days
Hold no sway on you
They must pass
Through me,
Brittle glass.

Shades you draw across me
I see you no more
No more sight
Through me,
No more light.

Seasons flow and dust settles
You have departed
Losing connection
Through me,
Absent reflection.

The tolls of the ages
Pass their judgements
Wither my frame
Through me,
Lost, my name.

Integrity gone and buffeted by storm
I weaken, neglected, loosening grip
Drafts scurry
Through me,
Please come, hurry.

A new day comes, your home is restored
Clarity and vision returns with you again
Renewed and graced
Without me,
Broken and replaced.

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