Curtains

 The wind blows my curtains

That day has been lost

In times so uncertain

Hopes ghost trains tossed

From yardarms

The sails in the four winds crossed

And I've hurt my loved one

Though the paint work looked glossed

I cheer to the kettle

I stand by the bowl

Where my pain is like nettles

That stings as you scold

And the throat of a songbird

Is white and it's red

But feel so caged up inside my own head

Light hits the coffee cup

And its long shadow casts

The darkness of days

In a lost hour's glass

If you drink to my future

Well I drink to your past

Somehow we've been glued up

As by sutures to last