for some reason
i like sleeping with the windows open
the wind,
gently touching my face
playing with my hair
the cars,
singing me to sleep
and the moon,
kissing my chest
if i listen close enough
i can hear the whispered words
traveling
echoing through space
and if i close my eyes hard enough
i can feel the unsaid words
it's a reminder of all the life outside
and all the life inside me
i smile
shut my eyes
and hope
that in my dreams
the windows are also open