yellow walls

yellow walls that shine like silver

dark green windows

stare never closed

from yellow walls that shine like silver

through the hands i choose to hold

painting nightlight

in searching questions

cannot catch the shadow

that is me

running naked

and unmentioned

through the death

of a saltless sea

no one knows me

in the morning

no one sees me go walking by

and if i listen while no one answers

the winds can only echo a goodbye

while through your windows

and through your walls

i see you made of crystal light

i see you running and never moving

i see you waiting for my knife

through yellow walls that shine like silver

dark green windows

stare never closed

through yellow walls that shine like silver

through the hands i choose to hold