Lost Visions

Visions through the window, a journey to my past,

Tumbling thoughts, emerging way to fast.

Darkness creeps, only lonely shadows I see,

Ancient as time, the forbidden mystery of me.

I should not wonder the ills that befall,

The agonizing structure of my hearts walls.

I built them well, no cracks in the seam,

But still, this stranger invades my dreams.

On silent hinges the window will close,

I feel the dust as it tickles my nose.

Forever alone this silence that I speak of,

Unsure of the will to find my souls love.

© Cynthia Clark