Seamless, flawless, and beautiful. Great work! The way I read it, that windowpane loneliness is a longing--looking out to the world in admiration, in want--something very bittersweet. That longing has reached to the stars; hopes, dreams, wishes, everything bright and lively, but instead of catching them, has doused their light, crushed them. It looks down, ardently, to darker depths, places without light, without hopes or dreams or life--the ocean beds. Or alternatively, creates tears. A friend told me they're reminded of a lighthouse, reading this. I wonder, what is your interpretation? Again, this is simply gorgeous
I love it when work can be interpereted many different ways. This is true poetry, in my humble opinion, because one must delve beneath the surface to reveal the many hidden layers. It really made me think, and I thank you for that.