The Glass Is Dark

The glass is dark.

I cannot see the sun
Although it touches,
Mournful in its blessing,
Wordless in its light.

I cannot hear the birds,
Dutiful in their chorus
On embers of the day,
It is lost.

The glass is dark.

Empty child that I am,
Shadow in sunlight,
Weighted on the breeze,
No charity have I
Only tears as
Memories cut me,
Scold and shatter,
Ashes and dust
To cast upon the ground.

The glass is dark.
I cannot see,
Please,
Tell me,
That somehow love endures.

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