Iron Glass

By Janette - Posted on March 12th, 2008

Iron Glass,

I stand there waiting for my love,
Heaven has ruptured from above,
He said he was coming home to me,
Look for me again, he whispered tenderly.

A rosy glass shimmers in the light
I hear cry of doves cooing in the flight
I wait there standing with delight,
Why my lovers nowhere in the sight.

Rose scent lingers in my memories,
Blind faith carries me high of no worries.
My lost lover will come this I trust,
Live again over and over if I must.

The wind of sadness whips up fast,
Must have lost him again or at last,
Tree of life withers, succumbs and falls,
For my heart is not made of iron glass.