Martin Robertson

Now and Then

A Window

Shown through the shadow of action, word and look,

seen through our shifting mood,

a double wall of smoke,

to know fully, judge fairly another heart

is more than hard.

One land, one house, one life, differently viewed

is Eden, prison, path of exile, fold.

Who happy kiss within

to passers jealous, cold,

cast on the blind the silhouette of sin.