a glimmer in the past
a flash in the pan of trouble
a beam of sunshine
obscured by clouds
yet not so elusive at the time
knew where to find her
‘til she disappeared
years and storms have passed
reflections, some rays of warmth
and now some light
but trapped behind a glass of pain
as storms loom in the distance
we need a gust of wind
perhaps a blast
to shatter the thin wall
between us
better still, a gentle breeze
to sway the glass of pain
so you may drift lightly
landing near me
on your feet again