What Looks In (Windows And Rain) Poem by David Whalen

Rain upon windows…
Dark bedroom walls

Shimmering pastel mists
down shadowed halls

Windows of ebon black…
and cold Crystal light

Transparently solid through
Both dark and night

Seemingly liquid… in rivulets
Of slithers of rains

Silver sheet of mercury
Over fevered panes

Half seen reflections
enshroud the palpable dark

And imagined…(or real) things
Seem to quiver, dance and spark

Leaves strike... then flee
Tossed by cold fingers of wind

Tree branches rap upon the glass
as if wanting to come in

Pull covers o’er your head
Scrinch closed your eyes e’er so tight

Tis only windows they are…
So no real reason for fright

But… for what looks back in…
Through your windows tonight