to clean the windows

to clean the windows 

it’s early
striking and so bright
the morning begins
in a sky of Degas blue
the sun is barely rising
 
today is a good day
to clean the windows
to pull the curtains open and
to welcome the light of the sun
whilst I look through the glass
I see my own reflection in blue
all is clear, the show of the day
is impatiently ready
to begin
 
at dawn we must not cry
we must smile
open the windows and
invite the morning to come in
but then flying out
there escape
my weaknesses and my fears, and
unable to reconcile my mistakes
my spirit feels elevated and
as well by mercy, forgiven
 
the heat of the sun
covers my nudity
I can feel the invasive light
erasing shadows
in my bed lies sleeping
my grey-eyed heart and I think
today it is a good day to learn
a lesson of life and
clean the windows
 
it’s spring
birds pass flying
some episodes of life
end and some others...
are about to begin