A Windowpane Wait.

Windy grey day blowing blue veins of rain. My windowpane-heart starts to weep, lonely For you. Then change of direction, and same Window is floating with buds of unknown Pink flowered hue. Is it bringing more news Perhaps of us two? Discerning connections I watch for sensation, 'though refusing To believe you are gone. Now yellows reflect A summertime-bright flash on my pane, love's Explosion brings flames of warmth, and at last You arrive. My window swings wide then 'bove Dark mists, lights with blazoning sun, gasping As whispered, long waited messages start, I run to your arms, and melt in your heart.