Looking through your glass menagerie.

I thought you were strange

looking through your glass menagerie,

you reflecting your thoughts

via your mind's window

where your eyes told

a story that did not

match your words.

 But I enjoyed the play

swimming in those eyes

floating on your melodic voice

patterns that soothed my senses

then you pulled the blinds.

I was left in your dark

while your shadow wandered.