Alcatraz

I am in the Alcatraz of my room, where loneliness is endless and dreams bounce off all the walls and back. Never passing through the window into the streets of letdown dreams. I would come out to meet you, but there are too many intersections and I always cross against the light. Please come to my room and we will watch the world through window glass. And if we become afraid we will pull down the shade and I will build you sandcastles on distant shores, and I will fly the kite of dreams to Disneyland and back, and if it rains, I will paint the sun on your face, for all this would you love me?