Frosted Glass

 

 

shadows of
the past
glide effortlessly
across
each moment
that i breathe

 


this space
is filled
with the echoes
of
so many scenes.

 


they blur
and fuse
as jumbled memories,
painted on
the canvas
of
my fragile thoughts.

 


i peer
at them
through
shattered dreams.
they lie
just beyond
the frosted windows
of
another time.

 


i hold fast
to my reality,
as it sings
sweet drops
of
sorrow
from parched lips.


silently,
the door
closes.


now,
i lift
the golden chalice
and drink,
deeply,
from
the cup of life.

 

i salute
the shimmering illusion
of
my future fate,
for 'tis born
in the cradle
of
eternal hope.

Liana Brittain
copyright
April 15, 2002