Broken Dark Window -Sestina

A light shone glaring through a tear,
Though greeted it was, by silence.
For shadows came, to stand and brave
All troubles, although it fell to wander.
And when at last, beyond, a mortal window
Somnolent dreams, it learned, lurked in dark.

A way was lost, once found, in that dark,
No cares it felt, nor thought a tear
From shattered hope, began past the window,
And held within its pane, the silence.
Oh, glint of light, forbear to wander,
When to stay and last, t’would be more brave.



But what name is this? To call Light 'Brave',
When all around, our constant lurking dark,
Accustomed we, within that spell to wander,
Had naught but conscience, once a tear
Shed although our desertion caused its silence,
And with doleful eyes it sought a single window.

Aye, a parting glance, departing stones, window
Gaping, cutting into cutting wind, its brave
Façade held. It’s shards we feel, mock in silence,
For where can we hide but in that dark?
And when vanity calls repentance in a tear,
Is it not wrong for our hope to wander?

As when at last our minds commit, so soon we wander,
And gaze through time, its pleasures in a window.
When rains come, mingle now, disguise the tear,
And all faces can bear the brunt, and sorrows brave,
When once within our gloom, our sanctity of dark
Our faults and fears with dreams retreat into silence.

Bear not so icily, Nothing is found in silence.
But thoughts at bay, without the bars to wander,
This homely prison, the light shows all is dark,
And once again, as way back when, fall into a window
Fake life and live, or let life go, and be called brave,
For nothing more, light could find…except within a tear.

And when a tear can break the silence,
When all we call brave is called to wander,
Open the window…and begin the dark.