For a rare letter friend from India <br /> <br />I Look through broken windows at the dream. <br />Fingers no longer write your name in frost. <br />Shards of the dark sky lift my loneliness <br />Into eternal separation of mind touch. <br /> <br />I wish that you could feel my solace thought, <br />But friendship is too distant now for song. <br />Yearning sinks with the rich moon into white. <br />Your shadow on the cloud bridge fades my eyes. <br /> <br />From my book, 'Ever Sunset', Skylark Publications, India<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-look-through-broken-windows/
