Your Eyes on a Window

When Time stops
And you know not your own name
When Silence is too intoxicating
You dangle your eyes from the window rim

Can’t drop a dime on Truth
The keyboard might Reply
So you just hang your eyes on a window
And watch the rain fall again

While each drop dies on your glass
A firefly might bite the salt
Sneak through the window screen
Daze a buzz into your sight

There’s an old crying cloud outside
But I want your wet feet to swirl
Green with roaming grass
The screen ajar

My eyes sitting on your windowsill.