Through the Pane

Inside the house, we’re safe.
The weather tumbles, fights, and fumbles,
But we must not feel it in this place.
Life crumbles, bites, and we stumble,
But we must not show it on our face.

It’s easiest when left inside,
There’s no struggle to explain it all.
You say it’s best if just denied,
You’d really best contain this fall.
But still- the tide swells deep and wide.

Your blurry view stares through the pane,
The clouds roll dark and the figures fight.
Flowers, sunshine, memories marred by the rain;
There’s no one daring outdoors tonight.
And hidden stars say the future steers the same.

For curious or desperate, you can’t quite tell
Nor dare you to decide, for if you wait
You might not follow this intrinsic bell.
So, with one stride, you unlatch the only gate
Run outside, and scream and yell!

The rain falls soft and warm.
The trees rage, but their roots are deep and strong.
Life isn’t what you had seen to be the storm.
Hope is here, only hidden by the pane for so long
Now, the dawn begins to fight and form.

(August 2 2007, Written for a friend.)