A Crystal Wall

A transparent and cold protection,
The harsh wind but struggles to overpower the sounds of outside
Loud birds call and car engines roar interrupting rest
Though routinely they do call,
Still annoyance rises,
And wait I must for the anticipated disruption,
Suddenly creeping through the glass.

Past the slate a tall plain fence which blocks away the view of people nests
Leaving only our gentle blue ceiling, though clouds may pass and rain falls heavy,
A beautiful view never fails to show from dawn to dusk.

The glass fogs in the winter months,
Becoming a hazy wall that boxes me in
A dark frame surrounding the window,
Drawing you in,
Pulling you through.

As the night approaches and the birds and machines go to sleep,
The crickets hum a soft background to the sea of stars above,
Cutting through the sky as a crystal screen to observe the world
Or an invisible force creating a stunning and safe view.