Sitting at my window

lights randomly stray

the night majestic

a muse of silence

burgeon of the soul

 

Sitting at my window

I merge with my dream

I am the earth

longing for the rain

the renaissance

the new dawn

quenching the thirst

for a hand

 

Sitting at my window

you are all I see

unattainable

fathomless

your face

my composure

the only haven

to harbour my tears

my essence of joy

 

Sitting at my window

you are my dream

a flicker of light in a distance

I will not reach

and as I leave my window,

you remain.

Mon, Spet 12, 2016