On the window there it was

On the window there it was
I pointed towards the window with wonder:
“On the window, there a light shines”

No one listened…….
Busy talking…….
Busy being…….

The time passed, moment was gone
Moved through the light
Disappeared between the laughs

I was no longer there
I forgot the image

I felt it before and I feel it now and will do after
And will tell “One spring day, on the window there I saw it …”
Will you listen this time?
“it’s there, right there”

When I see it then,
I hope it’s not filled with sorrow and pain
Where death follows