Break Open the Windows and Run

Shining frost on the kitchen counters Butterflies clicking their wings on the windows Sun free floating undisturbed on my hands while the water of suds fill the drain Aluminum space as the mind unclutters Fish swimming at me from all directions Twisted hair knotted in a haphazard bun while the candle burns sweet balsam air Humming along with the great Paul Weller Birds circle my house in rhythms feather Perhaps there's more passion in this little finger bit by cut glass and quick bandaged Shining eyes from a private moment Shadows of yesterday slip with their torment It's funny how simple things make you most stable Break open the windows and run...