The Glass Door
the green to my magenta,
the yellow to my blue,
she is my compliment...
the happiness to my sorrow,
and the pain of my laughter,
through the glass door i see her.
i knock, but she cannot hear.
i wave, but she cannot see.
she is deaf to my calls.
she is blind to my presence.
in silence i wait.
gazing through the glass door.
the key around her heart.
