The rain-speckled window peered
Curiously through the fog
Finding all
But the colors it yearned to embrace.

The clouds had too soon
Completed that mission
Hugging the life from the sky
Suffocating the air
Dark pillows assigned,
“Do your best work,”
Before wiping their hands over sparkles
Over rainbow-lit glass, velvet, to the eyes.

The water-stained window,
Warped wood fraying at corners discolored,
Used to beg for sun to crawl
Through its cracks, to shine
Through its hope
Creating lines like dimples,
Evergrowing with each lick of light.

“Beggars can’t be choosers,”
It heard from sorrowed lips and distant eyes
That peered through the rain-speckled window
That peered through the fog.