Windows

Windows speak of a world that I

Wish were mine, though I try

To seize and make them true,

I’m left even more than before, blue.

 

To hear the pound of the surf in my ear

Or the green of the emerald isle so near,

The blue over head, the ruin below…

None will be mine, this I know.

 

Bound as I am to these walls of mine,

There are no windows through which to climb

Out and discover what is in my dream,

Forever here, it would seem.