Window seat

You sit at this window seat
Watching a city go by
Vehicles spitting thick poison
That seems like yesterday’s ache in your chest
No more adding of lost hopes
Subtracting any broken dreams
Tomorrow’s sun may be a few times brighter

In the heat of new days to come
A flower may bloom in fire and not perish ever
Meanwhile
Sit at the suspended animation of this moment
Not letting any tear drop into the dust of yesterday
But seeking a piece of soul still held together
Some where in the wings of life’s stage

Sepia of scenes mopped by a digital camera
Hold your hands firm and doesn’t let go
Yet
Feet laden with the burden of yesterday’s pains
Move forward
Leaving behind an aching heart
Untangled emotional ties
Coming loose from passionate binds
Once held precious
Now
Turning into fine dust

This is the window seat you see the world go by from
And you sit here
Not lost anymore
But
Trying to find a word lost in the past
In the smoky corridors of heart’s inner recess
To stop the mathematics of life
And sing a song of morning mist
In a tango with fine rays of another sun