Watching From Afar

I watched with god - like Grief and sorrow from behind Tinted glass. I watched As Life's dream - like scenes Replayed once again On the monitor. From Youth's Carefree, verdant days To darker realms of ageing. I saw clear faces Emerge from blurred photographs. O I glimpsed Beauty's Intricate designs. I saw Love's fragile flowers Gently unfold in spring time. And then I watched them Decay moment by moment. All could be perceived, But never caressed or grasped. I cried like a child Because I knew in my heart All had passed away And I could never return To my former home And dwellings of sweet freedom.