Tap tap
Does the rain against the glass
As I blow my nose another time,
And wish I wasn't sick.

talking to you
through your window
while you face me
on your bed
visions of sweet kisses
dance around in my head
lips so soft like velvet
gently touching mine
tell me why it is
i think about you all the time

Light reflected on my eyes.

Woke me up from a deep sleep.

It wasn’t a bright shiny morning,

but it woke me up for nothing to keep.

Just reflection on my glass window.

A mirage in a desert so deep.

I go around chasing it,

till I’m so tired, I creep.

Rolling on the endless sand,

then I realize there’s nothing to keep.

But I’m up, so? what now?

I can't go back to sleep!

Awakened by a false light,

to chase nothing I can keep.



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Smoothly, she slinks onto the window sill,
silky body settling before tall pane of glass;
Outside, the city’s down and out
Outside, the city’s golden light
and darkest dark.
She curls,
long tail around slick body
and stares out
for the one who stares back.

Tonight,
It’s an empty window opposite,
A single frame of
oh, what her life could be.
She’s never seen more
doesn’t yearn to,
Just for her amore
her golden tabby love.

Ah, there he is,
a pounce atop window sill;
he stares at her
who stares back
his joli chat noir (pretty black cat).

But it’s all too soon
when she’s wrapped in arms too smooth
and a voice,
lacking feline’s purr
slurs,
“Ah, puppy love, Rosette.
It’s all  just puppy love.”

I love the Summer for its light,
and the Spring for the light that is coming,
and the Fall for the last vestiges of it that hang on
like spiderwebs tying the night to the day.

I love the Summer for its light,
and the Winter for its darkness.
But as the season wanes and marches on,
I wish the light would stay.

How can we stand here,
among these most melancholy of shadows,
with the warm wind at our window?
How can we not say,
"I love the night but dream of the day."

your tears fall free
and mingle with mine
creating a stream of sorrow,
flooding the world around us

i sink beneath the waters
and our tears fill my lungs
all i can breathe is the sadness
brought forth by my own hand

but grief is not forever
and one day these tears will evaporate,
leaving condensation on my window
and eventually become a cool spring rain