Stained Glass

I looked outside and saw
White blankets of snow
Thinking as if though
The shivers would go.

But I knew very well
That even heat wouldn’t
Shun the coldness - it couldn’t
Stop snow as they fell.

I carefully examined his every
Footstep as he went down
The stairs, looking weary
(and) He was very unhappy.

Perhaps if only I could
Leave this wretched abode,
Then definitely I would
Be able to remove my hood

Of darkness and solitude
- (But would it do me any good?)
That I may accompany
Him and make him see
The beauty
Of being free…

How I envy his blitheness
And even the way he dresses
- If I could only do what he could…
Then I certainly would…

Stop dreaming
(and)
Just keep believing…
That my existence is worth living.