Peering through the window pane -
Into how it glorified it was back then,
The dirt, however, still blocks the sight,
Settling into,
That glamorous view,
Ever since that night.
My past is tainted with all sorrow I could know,
My dreams are haunted - in my eyes they show,
Still the joy prevails - of having a past,
The morning after shimmers as it always has.
