I don't remember what it was like
Living in the lonely tower.
I don't remember who I was
Or what I was doing there.
Was there anyone else?
I couldn't recall.
When was this?
Where was I?
I don't remember
No matter how hard I try.
What was I wearing?
What did they say?
Who were they?
I'm afraid it's all faded away.
But the stained-glass Gothic window
Has tattooed itself onto my mind.
Beautifully haunting,
Outrageously ornate.
Letting sunshine in
Broken into colors and designs.
Everything else
Has been forgotten
But the window lingers
Casting twisted shadows
On my mind to this day.
