Window Pain



If the eyes are the windows to our soul


Then I want to know your pane

I want to gaze through your glass

Be the one who you let in

And who can speak to your past

If the eyes are the windows to your soul

I want to feel the rain as it begins to pour

Then bask in the sun when the clouds fade away

I want to experience your coldest winter

Then build you a raging fire

If the eyes are the windows to my soul

Then maybe I could hold you close

As the embers crumble to ash

Stare into your eyes once more

And climb out of the pane I’m in

If the eyes are the window to our souls




- Casey Noack