Why paint your windowpanes black?
Except to draw my eyes inward
To see the brighter light

But the pitch can become…
And the well can fill with dark

Keep watch
The dead ink may bleed in
And poison your soul
Then the pools will drown
And none will be saved

No –

There is shining fire
Blaze, blaze, blaze
And the white is whiter
Against that frame of emptiness

Beautiful windows
Looking through to hidden hope
Yearning to be opened

Beauty crying – “look inside!”