"The Man in the Window"

This is the day, and exact the hour,

There is no other, and none shall cower,

The doves descend to the thornless flower,

The man looks through the window with a smile

And dazed, I wonder how such a cover, 

Could heal the wound when none recover

And it's not long before I discover

The glass reflects his face in denial

The closeness that I ardent endeavor,

Evades me, a twisted tongue so clever,

This is the time, though the wait is forever

The man diverts his gaze for a while