Peek In Through My Window

Wet wings hold back the morning song clouds cover what was meant to be a perfect day a loose boulder rolls uphill after an earthquake mountaintops screech it's time for tea but I'm relegated to run away Laying low in a one-act show bundled in tinted eyes of baby blue opening lost love letters never sent spilt drops of honey in shades of red encompass somber sounds of want Peek in through my window past a painted pain innocence took sharp edges smothered in waves of honor flapping up high in a hallowed field waiting to be folded and brought back home