Window on Two Worlds

I have looked through this glass
a thousand times and more
and watched the world born anew.
The cycle of seasons,
the circle of time,
all passing within my imprisoned view.

The spring-greening grass,
the brown autumn hues,
the grave-blanket snow as it falls,
the tears of the rain,
the rage of the storm,
I witnessed them, one and all.

And when night slowly wanes
the candle's guttering glow,
the logs turn to ruby-red coal,
I look at the glass,
a stranger stares back...
I see the window to my soul.