so many cautious little birds
flying into windows
never too sure
if it's the clouds
or the sheer wall
the translucent reminder
that we can never be too careful
and my brother
how you can fall so far
just pulling back the curtains
to let the sun in
to hide from the day
a shine
can only bright for so
long
before the day is old
before dead secrets
get retold
built upon the ideals
that you can never see what is there
until it is there
a window so clear
you've never see it
a day so bright
you are overwhelmed by it
fall down so far
we never notice
you're gone.
