The Window

The Dark Version

Window window, framing sky,

All the world I see by eye;

What such horrors can I see?

Could it really be the sea?

All the shapes inside the skies,

That's where through the great plane flies.

All the fears of passengers,

I can tell they fear the worst.

And what thinking, oh what art

Will this break apart my heart?

To see from that small glass window

The fears of men and lonely widow.

Storm now is slowly rising,

Window sees to horizon

As I gaze in abject horror

They will never see the morrow.

Lightning flashing, thunder cracks,

The sky is slowly turning black.

Now it's an emergency,

I look on with urgency.

Window! Window! Framing sky!

All the world I see by eye!

What such horrors can I see?

Could it really be the sea?