The Window
The girl in the window passes by
Peeking out from behind the curtains as our world goes by
so I sit and watch ,and sometimes sigh
A fleeting glimpse of crimson and yellow
long black hair , dresses of silk and pearls and a tiny cello
Thru the morning dew and frost at night
Dark clouds go floating by and still I watch as she passes by
Pitter patter in the rain I sit and watch thru her window pane
Watching the world pass us by
Thru the window we sometimes speak
Whispering tender things thru the night
While urgent sweet moments keep our hopes alive
I say nothing when I get shy and time slips quietly by
She is happy to see me yet still we cry
We are separated by this space, for no matter what the reply,
If we reach out, we can never touch
Although we say we love each other very much
We sleep the dreams of contentment and peace
Dreams are made of wishes and fairy dust
So we sit and watch each other thru the window pane
life goes by and sometimes I just sit and sigh and still the window remains
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