Tear Stained Glass

Gazing down the road again
Breeze blowing light rain against the window
Her wet eyes see what they need to see
My god here he comes!
A lover’s caring fingers wiped her rain away
Cruel delusion
 
Sweet elation  
Turns to blurry mud
Again
Hot mercury streaking down tear stained glass
Her age old eyes of marble
Soaked in lighter fluid
 
Someday she’ll stop pacing
Someday she’ll stop watching
Someday she’ll stop burning
Soon as she gives up hope
 
Hope is need
Hope is promise
Hope is fantasy
Hope is life
Hope is the great betrayer
Nothing is as eternal as hope