I Look Through Broken Windows

For a rare letter friend from India

I Look through broken windows at the dream.
Fingers no longer write your name in frost.
Shards of the dark sky lift my loneliness
Into eternal separation of mind touch.

I wish that you could feel my solace thought,
But friendship is too distant now for song.
Yearning sinks with the rich moon into white.
Your shadow on the cloud bridge fades my eyes.

From my book, 'Ever Sunset', Skylark Publications, India

by Sandra Fowler

Comments (17)

I think this poem is about letting go. You gaze through your broken windows at something precious from long ago that can never be recaptured and yet has been transformed as 'your yearning sinks with the rich moon into white. Acceptance delivered with grace and poetic skill. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Sandra, not very often do i come across a poem that stuns my literary senses... And don't take that as my being aloof, as none of my own work has stun me yet! The imagework employed in this piece is radiant, as is the vernacular, in general. I wrote on a similar theme awhile back....but it pales in comparrison to this.i. rarely do this, but i have added this poem to my very small collection of 'Favorites'....Outstanding work, young lady! It's of no surprise to me that you are a published Poet...you must afford me some tips one of these days! lol! ~ ~ ~
Sad, but a most beautiful piece of poetry, written by a master of the craft. Thankyou Sandra---Melvina---
Your poem so captures the difference between western and eastern culture, this being the lonliness in the west. Sad and beautifully portrayed. So fresh and cool I could feel it and see night sky while dreaming the cloud bridge. Great work. Best wishes, eliza
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