'Twas simply yesterday <br />you'd stepped <br />up to the window pane, <br />and saw <br />that all opacities <br />had vanished, <br />you could see <br />into the clouds <br />of all tomorrows. <br />You must now <br />tread softly <br />on your winding path <br />to the horizon's ridge. <br />He will be waiting <br />in the waters near the bridge.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-window/
