Windows On A Cold Evening Lost

Through the pane
Never mind the stain
A refection of life
Never be vain
Am I gazing at it?
Has it confounded me?
Tell me what do I see
Inner thoughts huddle
Clarity will absolve muddle
The ice is all that will prevail
Send spider’s webs all over the surface
Hot air emits from the orifice
A calm descends
But for one moment
Disperse again
To the maze create
The pattern depicts
How uncanny the fate
Don’t be late in coming sweetheart
You know the time draws near
And if it wasn’t for the fear
I sure as missing
Would polish the glisten
With sweet nothings
In your ear

Copyright Brendan G Quinn Published in University of Ulster Alumni Magazine Spring 1998