Fairytale Poetry

Rain whispers quietly
against the glass
as I sit her looking
as the once forbidden lands

My mind’s eye
now aware of the vision
of the Other
has opened the windows
and brushes past my cheek

My future is now
living on the
other side of a parted
barrier
where rain now falls
more loudly

21 July 2008 (part II of “Broken Smile”)