These windows breathe
my lies to suffocate;
what's dried my temperature
to love what's aged;
maybe to remember,
replenish a scar,
unsweetened nor bitter
when hearts do apart;
do close, better open;
forbidden by choice,
of hurts involuntary
do ripen by noise;
within captivity
for time ever doubts,
where opened these windows
do rain all my clouds;
pride may they shade,
heal may they shine,
opened are my windows,
burnt, do I smile;
for what's this religion
prayed by and praised,
honored to dishonor,
no warrior has raised;
but mere penetration
of diseases denied,
breaking through my glass,
my windows defied;
maybe closed to believe
to close all beliefs,
to cry corronations
of tears I relieved.
