“Lonely Curtains”

An empty house parked on a Jersey garden maintained it was full

Full of glory, full of might

The curtains held back the lonely pain

The days burned hot and the years collided with fair-weather cool

Heaven shouted out as silent-tears withheld praise from complaining

Night-time busted open, while internal rockets flared the midnight sky

Warped freedom misunderstood the soul

The highway sprung open twisting a question of fate