From outside

I looked into my window from outside
The books were piled on  shelves in random ways
I thought I’d see  him  there though he has died

In the past I lost another , life denied
I had to carry on, to grief was prey
I looked into my window from outside

My pain was such, I  felt that I might die
The shrapnel  in the heart, the guilt unpaid
I dreamed I’d see  him  there though he has died

The  fiery bush ,its flames have caught my eye
It burns forever  showing us the way
I looked into a  window from outside

I used to live  behind a glass, no bride.
Yet  the vital work was  learned in play
I wished to see  him  there though he has died

Now three are  gone  am I supposed to pray?
The  jackets tweed, the smell of smoke and clay
I looked into my window from outside
I thought I’d  find someone with the right eyes.