Glass Rain Reverie

Cold room, held breath Rain

writes on

the glass I wait where the ceiling hums Names dissolve in the

frosted pane A long note bends through the dark Nothing moves,

but everything strains Hold me in the hour before Still as a

blade behind the door Rain on the glass and a room gone

pale I hear the silence start to fail Every second leans and

stares Velvet fear inside the air If the light breaks,

let it show What the waiting seems to know Rain writes on

the glass I wait,

I wait