A Glass Eye's View

This is something I wrote on a bus-ride home. I chose "A Glass Eye's View" as the title because the poem takes perspective from behind a bus-window through passing scenes. It may be worth noting that when I refer to the "soul," I do not mean that in a literal sense. This is rather to capture the feeling that we are, in some way, connected to our surroundings due to the sensational value of stimuli. In other words, I can feel the flat-board "purr" beneath me, and thus, because its vibrations travel through my feet, I capture a piece of what it is like, in one aspect, to be as the flat-board--which, by the way, might sound utterly ridiculous at face whenever taken out of poetry.

And then, whenever I mention "Of which dwells a hearth of burning coal," I am simply referring to the warm feeling it gives to be at ease and experience these things. I think we can all agree that the sensation of being protected from the cold outside while watching relaxing scenery go by... is well, comforting. And it is true, this was somewhat "comfort poetry" for a calm-inducing ride home. But perhaps exception is taken in the last few lines, which is meant to remind us of our mortality in the way a train comes and goes, and "As its sound gently wanes..." much like our passing lives. We live and make a sound, which may echo on for generations perhaps, but eventually that is no longer left due to our mortal nature.