Awakened in the early morning,
Lightnings flash, and thunder's warning
Watched did I the dreadful storming
Right outside my window frame
All the night the raging howling wind
There at my doorstep growling
Ghastly, and unearthly scowling
Right outside my window frame

And the wind cried out her name...

Now my mind in torment grieving
Leaves my senses unbelieving
To the vision that lies seething
Shone upon my window frame
For the one who would not love me
She, who thought herself above me
And now the one who cries, she loves me
Just outside my window frame
I leap awake , and cry her name...

This dream I dream most sure will leave me
No longer in the night to grieve me
Like a burglar to thieve me
So that heartache will remain
Surely mornings light awaits me
Dawn will break the night, and save me
She could surely not so, hate me
And inflict such heartless pain

Now she screams again she loves me
Dawns warm light no where above me
Only heartaches tight grip of me
Keeps me gazing through the pane
If I'd awake I'd soon forget her
Not to love her not to let her
Fill my nights with cold regret for
One who's love I can't retain

But each night the dreams continue
Always playing the same venue
Right outside my bedroom window
Will it ever slow the rain?
And if I , condemned to live it
Does thus evening rise to give it
Reason to return , revisit
Horror to my window frame?

Someone help me with this seeming
Endless dream that I am dreaming
Stop the nightly visions streaming
All across my window frame
Make my mind wake up, forget
Free my soul of harsh regret
And let not nightmares thus upset
This placid little window frame

And remember not, her name....

Let the mornings dawn shine bright
And swallow visions of the night
Let day bring me back to me, my sight
To see the truth that lights the frame
That demons of the night can't stay there
That my sorrow doesn't play there
Waiting for the night to say where
Horror can invade, and gain

Morning wakes me up to see
With daylights cruel reality
That hits with such finality
Lighting up the window frame
That things are worse than nightmare scenes
And visions in the window seem
To bring me things the day can't bring
With thunders roar, and lightnings reign

I need to see her standing there
Her shining eyes, her flowing hair
Things that nightmares have to share
With me, outside my window frame
And so, I long for night to blind me
Relaxation to unwind me
Into sleep , that soon will find me
Calling out my lost loves name

Hoping that her face appears there
Ocean eyes, drown all my fears there
Causing me to stop, and peer there
Deep into the window pane
Morning holds no choice for me
Night is all I seek to see
I pray to horror , "Comfort me"
Let daylight not invade my pain

Let the peace of nightmares streaming
Images of heartache screaming
Give to me, the endless seeming
Hope of days remit, from pain
And let the daylight not torment me
Let my dreaming circumvent the
Torture, of the kind that sent me
Into nights of thoughts insane

Let me sink into my vision
Filled with certain indecision
And my world as seen from prison
Play outside my window frame
So that I , will not awaken
To a love so lost, forsaken
And to find my nightmare's taken
By the brightly lighted frame

Patiently, I wait the evening
Eagerly I crave the grieving
Heartache, in itself relieving
Do you say that I'm insane?...

And the wind cried out her name.......

Dean Evans
12-05-04