Friday, December 26, 2008

Looking

Looking,
out the window of a hotel bedroom again,
not some song,
but reality.

Looking,
outside myself again,
not the same person,
in reality.

Looking,
outside in,
at grace, at sin,
stark reality.

Looking,
for where you've been,
if time might mend,
scars inside of me.

Looking,
a watchers end,
writings I never send,
no words for thee.