See-through Curtains

picture painted sight of a blur

blur it may be but truth it could

is it mine or is it yours?

forbid, am I to touch either?

the wind cheers for a glimpse

flowers clap as my fingers itch

abide, to stand by the edge — should I?

seeds of hate, pounding waves shall create

light bends to call my name.

move forth, embrace welcome each will

doubts and regret, fame-pulled-down

strong swaying edges, let yours not.

tainted visions in a blur

a heart doubts, make it not

a heart cries, give it hope

billion lost hearts,

let each find its way home.

There I was, tracing footprints on a moonlit road

white curtains on every home

movements patterned with a storm —

Carry on.