Slanted blinds hint and hide
About the wonders just outside
Rain stained windows sun sprayed cracks
Leak the secrets painted black
The wind shutters the shutters race
To the face the space misplaced
A place somewhere beneath the sun
Where strangers mingle and lovers run
And in this world outside our pane,
The pain we seek is plainly stained,
With tints of childhood rainbow games,
Traded in for charcoaled fame,
Which in the end is nothing more,
Than a grave dug down to Hell’s own door,
But up above there is a chance,
That we may have but one more glance,
To peer out through those slanted blinds,
That tilts our world to change our mind,
About the wonders wandering just outside,
The opened windows of our mind’s eye.
