You are the window, through which I view <br />My world; and every day becomes another weather: <br />Of your clouds in winter, I can always weep my fill; <br />My branches trembled, in the longings of your near passage <br />Down certitudes of silence, though again I may feel your touch <br />When snowflakes swirl; crystalline ghosts of some suicidal despair. <br />I drown in shallow puddles, while gasping out your name; <br />I find that knowing you this way, is better than any other; <br />Nothing gets held back; of your sudden rages, your desperate freedoms, <br />Like when you disappear, out of sight the tallest mountains <br />So I sit down then and count all the reasons, that the malleable stars <br />Will surely appear again, but only in the wake of your name; <br />Or when they blink out, lamp-like; that's when I know <br />Your flaming presence comes, to extinguish the ruins of night.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-the-window-through-which-i-view/
