WINDOW PANES

Through the window panes of life,
The darkness resounds
And the silence abounds.
The mist thickens, whitens......
New places arrive,
New people connive,
i look for familiar faces
But the panes get clouded.......

I pine for the past,
Itch to break open the pane
How long will I last
In the suffocating present?
Newness ought to be more pleasent...
I try to wipe the panes clean
But where is the old sheen?
Lacklusture abstractions threaten
To take over,
I struggle for one last peek.
But the panes get clouded.