The sun's white tune is breaking windowpanes, <br />As if we never danced to last night's rains. <br />Your cold look cuts my coming at the knees. <br />Emptiness is as giant as elm trees. <br /> <br />You do not want this leaf I dipped in dusk. <br />Light is exposing pity to the husk. <br />Blue is too frail to interest you, my friend. <br />Boat of my soul, I give it to the wind. <br /> <br />From my book, 'Ever Sunset', Skylark Publications, India<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-tune/
