Can this window
remain open
Can I breathe
and ask for my eyes to be taken
Aching for color
when all is grey
then wishing for grey
on a clearer day
Let my house be of stained glass
or let me be
forever in the dark
Alive with patterned design
Colors that speak
to heart
when mind is cold
Branches share
views of sky,
aware our eyes
glance there
when walking free
Emptied
the rooms
echo in pause
as sitting amidst the space
creates
the fullness of a thousand
palace chambers