Outside my window
my unrequited loves waits,
a summer world lit aflame
dances deep in space,
and in love I burn the same.

Outside my window the world breathes
with lovely limbs swaying
in this warm sunny day breeze,
with all those plant particles
that make me cough and sneeze,
but I am still pleased
to see all this outside beauty.

Outside my window children play,
wandering in random ways
working and reacting on instinct,
creating and destroying realities
right there before me.

Outside my window are a million stories,
some written, some soon to be
someone’s great discovery,
some fantasies, others slightly altered
perceptions of reality.

Outside my window lay all possibilities,
to be hates and rejected,
loved and respected,
or feel the world’s indifference
in reference to some
preference for apathy.