The Long White Room
Listen, as light through broken window, peers back the heart
slowly, to soften each thought of pain - to adjust your face
to sun, or rain.
For 'twas long, till light would shine back through, and you
You stare, as if through invisible glass - lost in delusions
of the past.
The wanting still burns with glimmering eyes - like tears, you
but never knew.
And I've known you, somehow inside me- whose eyes before
all the broken familiar things that fell apart, and fell into
a part of the moon I blamed with you, for things we could not
until now. But now, is when our shadows sleep - with us, inside
and warmth may keep the ghost away, but only for a while they
far from in the silent room, we seldom think at all, to pray.
- David T. Culver