Robert Glass Poems
- Through The Sparrow's Eyes The sparrow Has fled its perch, ...
- The In Between If the sun were to burn out now, It would ...
- Holding Emptiness I held tight To her hand As though doing ...
- Memory's Crown So many Senseless deaths - And much of the ...
- The Dream A light, Through the stain glass windows Of my ...
- The Smallest Miracle The dust mote Had been drifting for ...
- The Noose Of Destiny In the pool of candlelight, The cell ...
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Through The Sparrow's Eyes
Has fled its perch,
And now rests,
With billowing chest,
Upon the widow sill of a quaint house.
A man moves in easy motions -
Everything about him suggests morality:
The way he holds his wife,
The way he laughs with his children.
But the dog in the corner
Watches him with cautious eyes -
Because there's something unnerving
About the man...
The man turns towards the window
Where the sparrow sits in stillness -
And the creatures gaze touches the human's -
And the sparrow flits back to its perch -