Watching From Afar Poem by DM W

I watched with god - like
Grief and sorrow from behind
Tinted glass. I watched
As Life's dream - like scenes
Replayed once again
On the monitor. From Youth's
Carefree, verdant days
To darker realms of ageing.
I saw clear faces
Emerge from blurred photographs.
O I glimpsed Beauty's
Intricate designs. I saw
Love's fragile flowers
Gently unfold in spring time.
And then I watched them
Decay moment by moment.
All could be perceived,
But never caressed or grasped.
I cried like a child
Because I knew in my heart
All had passed away
And I could never return
To my former home
And dwellings of sweet freedom.