A broken window
Watched the night
Its jagged teeth
Biting light
The moon slipped through
The splintered seam
Spilling silver
On a dying dream
Cold wind wandered
Room to room
Carrying whispers
Dust
Gloom
The curtains swayed
Like ghosts at prayer
Reaching for
What wasn\'t there
Each crack became
A winding road
Where old grief walked
And hid its load
Years fell softly
Like failing snow
Yet the shattered pane
Refused to let go
Still every storm
Returns somehow
To kiss the scars
Upon its brow
And through the wound
The stars still bloom
A broken window
A broken room
Yet even ruins
Make space for light
And even sorrow
Holds the night