Poems from Brynne
A stained glass window
Caked quietly in soft dust:
“Once, I sparkled here.”
I am here behind the paper
Dreams
Hopes
Rhythm
Fears
Beliefs
“Eyes are the windows to the soul,” they say
But mine are hidden in distance...
When you’re alone in the castle
When even the mice have gone
When the moonlight shadows stalk
And it’s a long time till dawn
When you...