Features and puppet poses.

I try not to roll the curtains, when letting in the sun
and imagine as if it shines for me, out of love

It knows the darkness hangs ideally by, trying to crack like an egg what's left of my sanity

And love the warmth it brings to my face

Often times I'd squint just to see it's eyes looking down on me
- why must the man live on the moon, it's cold
And dark without
the light

I captured a sunshower
As if to bathe in God's breath

And still the flowers grow
After the seasons death

They always circle around again, like the rain

I pass time watching clouds go by, their funny features and puppet poses

Though I ort to cherish most, the filter upon
the Roses.