Windows
Somehow there is a window open from me to you,
Not my fault as it's not yours,
Yet still you blame,.
Why can't you accept
and send goodwill and peace,
It seems when I am tired or sad,
Not often
You sense this
as if you feel what I feel
and it makes you angry
I don't know why,
Maybe I should close this window
Bolt it shut,
Or put up pretty curtains
and decorate it with a light.
Who knows
Only the universe.
and all the energies
and spirit ways.