Window

Send us Fan MailWindowThere’s a window on the world tonight, looking beyond the rooftops, into the heart of a deepening night.It’s so still out there, beyond the garden, through the early springtime, the drifting clouds, behind the moon and light.And above, the sky, shimmering, across the pools of water, the teardrops fallfragile, the stars,hushed and gentle, in their fadingevening light. For the falling rain is starlight,callingupon the still and silent earth,its so quiet, you can hear the bells of evensong,lifetimes once again passing by, in the whispers of dust and prayers.And waiting behind the stage, the theatre of time the callof departuresjust to the left, ‘goodbye to all this,’whispers the winter,turning to the rootshe quietly leaves his garden,and passes quietlyinto the sinking skies,and west…[email protected]