Window Pane

Looking through the window pane, Seeing with a new light, The glass distorts the view. And like a looking glass The world is all askew. Upside down, turned around, spinning in the wind. A dark night, A lonely sight, No calm before the storm. A light shone through A ray of hope, Cleaning the window pane. The world I belong in, The world I wasn’t born into. With the endless rhymes, And the stories to be told. Like a streak on glass I linger around, Not leaving without a mark.