The Window

I see you there,
untouchable
with your guarded heart.
Letting me look through
the window of your world
but I can't hear through the pain.
What is the meaning of these words you write?
Who is this person who tore you apart,
and drove you into your house of glass.
Oh, to be able to equip you with the rock
that would allow you to break down your walls.
But I can't even get close to you.

Dawn Goodnature
Copyright 2006