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
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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