White and Faultless



God put glass in those windows
but dusted the panes
so the light is scattered
making the day outside
seem white and faultless.
There is something brilliant
trying to etch itself on my mind
so I lay back hoping it will
resolve itself into something
perfect I can write down
and interpret as being
about love and how there is
hope hiding in the fear
which passes like a cloud
across the window panes
and I realize the itch
is all about getting to the
other side of the fear
where once you make it
it all begins to look small
distant and still moving away.

Nice write...