The frame that holds this pane in place
once engineered our human race
this glass that I now view you through
once drifting grains of golden hue
This hollow cage now stripped of beat
was e’re before you incomplete
enough that after once we met
no mortal moment I’ll forget
© Wolfgar 2019
2 thoughts on “The viewing room”
A love poem with a great twist – like the refocusing of the macroscosm into the microcosm, and equally mysterious really. Lovely succinct writing !
Thanks Ray, this came from multiple places. I have unfortunately had to attend too many Viewing rooms (sometimes for self and often to accompany others) the varied reactions of people once those curtains draw back can never be predicted…it is sometimes beautiful and sometimes horrifically unbearable. It is usually love that descends though, love and regret…heartbreaking really.