Something I wrote when I was looking out of a window. |
The Girl In the Window As I sit here and look out the window, I see children playing and dogs barking. I see a couple walking through a waltz of leaves, while thinking only of their new found love. As I look on I realize how much I want to be on the other side of the pane. I see poets dreaming of heaven and what it takes to get there. I see butterflies tip-toeing on the smooth petals of colorful flowers and the wind dancing with the leaves. I see the sun rise and the sun set on new people walking by. I see them all so clearly, but not once do they see the girl in the window. |