You Are The Window Through Which I View

You are the window, through which I view My world; and every day becomes another weather: Of your clouds in winter, I can always weep my fill; My branches trembled, in the longings of your near passage Down certitudes of silence, though again I may feel your touch When snowflakes swirl; crystalline ghosts of some suicidal despair. I drown in shallow puddles, while gasping out your name; I find that knowing you this way, is better than any other; Nothing gets held back; of your sudden rages, your desperate freedoms, Like when you disappear, out of sight the tallest mountains So I sit down then and count all the reasons, that the malleable stars Will surely appear again, but only in the wake of your name; Or when they blink out, lamp-like; that's when I know Your flaming presence comes, to extinguish the ruins of night.