Imprisoned behind a window’s pane Alone within my lonely room I can see someone standing there Despite the evening’s rising gloom . . .
Perhaps you’d judge someone you saw If you found them gazing in at you But if the truth’d be generally known There’s little else for me to do!
The man standing there I now recall Bent now by time and long regret Has looked in at me once or more before (I wonder if he’s recognised me yet).
So silently at me he looks But makes no judgement or demands He’s burdened by a heavy weight Under which he suffers and still stands.
Memories are surfacing now He came to call on me before In a time of youth and pride It was only self-righteousness I saw.
He had but a halted interest In noticing me there at all Impatient for the waiting life That did him so loudly call…
Now as if opening a musty volume It’s through my memories that I am sifting I’ve seen on him some other faces As if time itself his masks were shifting
Once looking in a fear intense He saw me as a ghostly shade Though I was too a child like him ‘T was Imprisoned behind a window’s pane
Afterwards an apparition did appear That the world had spurned I was unsettled by his second visit A bloody image upon my retinas stayed burned.
As an object often looked at, rarely seen I wish I’d warned him when he came To hide all that made him different (‘t is far preferable to appear to be the same)
But like all sycophants like me Seen in a moment’s reflected haze I can simply do no more Than return his mirrored gaze. Gazing Eyes (on reflected glances)
© May 2008 Nachtschimmen
Music-Theatre-Language Nightshades,
Ghent (Belgium)
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