The Curtains

The Curtains

Brown,
They reflect back the suns rays,
As I seek comfort,
And protection,
From the veil that they mask,
As inside,
I shake,
Without the benefit of rattle and roll,
Shaken to the core,
Brown,
As tones and hue,
Reveal to me,
That all I need do,
Is breath?
Relax,
And grasp the comfort,
Of the veil.

SDM