Windows

I peeked into my window to the past

Words trapped in cellulose

Recollected in a vacant daze

So many life-stories

Going to the grave

Understanding their legacy

Can possibly leave me

Avoiding certain tragedy

I peeked into your windows in the here and now

Pale blue the sky their dazed reflection trapped

A suffering so painfully protracted

So many happy moments accepted

Going to the grave

Understanding the path to follow

Can possibly leave you

Away from certain tragedy

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, in dedication to Ulfe, 2012-03-27.