Windows

Windows Windows and drapes, Colours and shapes, The world outside Has nowhere to hide. But ceilings and floors And tightly shut doors Witness me still In the shadows that spill. Sunrise knocks On windows and clocks, Time, old fellow, To bathe in yellow, But the boxy and grey Remnants of my day Keep my eyes shut tight In perpetual night. The sound of laughter And happy ever after, Through windows natter Like birdsong chatter But in silence I lay With nothing to say About the smoking gun To the pitying sun. Summers and springs And beautiful things Through windows and blinds As the day unwinds, But autumns and winters Like thorny splinters Pin me to bed Where I lay dead. © RJVHorton2016