Window

 

Eyes that never watch...
gates that nowhere lead...
reflecting all which...
my eyes could never read...

Hero of hidden stories...
only whispered by morning wind...
coming from territories...
just he can find...

Holding secrets of life...
watching Downfall of uprising...
of everyday strife...
as sun falls and rises, ever suprising...

Guardian of time, hear my kind plea!
share your secrets with children of the sun!
share them with me!
... But guardian tells none ...

And so when i see opened window...
when i feel cold breeze come inside...
in public, or while laying on my pillow...
i feel so sad...

Watching lost acient spell...
Watching last guardian with soul from snow...
Those secrets it will never tell...
Those stories i will never know...



... Kept by the Window ...