I am the whisper in the windowpane,
a shimmer where the raindrops stain.
I hold no weight,I cast no shade,
yet still,I shape the light you wade.

You see straight through,but not quite past
--
a truth too fragile,never asked.
No mask to wear,no lie to mend,
just silence I refuse to bend.

Invisible yet always near,
I echo in your glance,sincere.
Not hidden-only undefined,
a soul of glass,a frame of mind.