Out My Window

Gazing out with midnight half-dreams a velvet sky ripples on the frosted glass stars peeping through the open window the visage veiled in long shadows of grass. pondering over stories with abrupt end a journal of thoughts in crevasses of mind fireflies sprinkling flecks of fragile glows awakens a young girl from years behind. several windows now open...one by one she holds the full moon hiding in clouds painting vivid dreams on a gossamer sky curtain rising moments of cheering crowds she said, wait I am coming I can see you seeing me. a smile knocked at the window pane and she said, I am now free. sitting at the window seat of her car winter changed to autumn and spring, waves of goodbyes rolled... and said, Wait, some changes only time can bring.