beware

things

sewn up at the seams
what ive worked hard to
keep in order
have lost its tact
not knowing when
to say close
the door is open
do not tell who is at the door
falling sideways
painting indoors
my colors fall
down on your
doorway of dreams
the layering becomes
translucent
making shapes
out of smoke
spiderwebs clothe
your body
warming your naive smile
peeking through the lines
your covered with snow, mud
not a good time to watch the rain fall
beware my young one
now is not the time for you to waste away