Yellow Walls (Frank Jackson C.)

Yellow walls that shine like silver Dark green windows Stare never closed From yellow walls that shine like silver Through the hands I choose to hold Painting nightlight In searching questions Cannot catch the shadow That is me Running naked And unmentioned Through the death Of a saltless sea No one knows me In the morning No one sees me go walking by And if I listen while no one answers The winds can only echo a goodbye While through your windows And through your walls I see you made of crystal light I see you running and never moving I see you waiting for my knife Through yellow walls that shine like silver Dark green windows Stare never closed Through yellow walls that shine like silver Through the hands I choose to hold