Outside my window I look.
It is my small view of the world.
A small glimpse of what could be,
Yet in this small piece of glass
I see her time and time again.
She is not there,
But I still see her...
A weeping willow sways in the wind.
Its branches reach to the ground
Covering what is hiding underneath.
She is confident she hides herself well,
But I sometimes see her.
I see the inner beauty
Beyond the weeping mask...
A soaring blue jay
Spreads its wings wide.
Hiding among the nothingness,
Convinced she blends into the sky,
But I sometimes see her.
I see the individuality
Beyond the floating clouds...
A sun lowering below the horizon,
Leaving behind the world,
Running far away...and alone.
Convinced no one will miss her.
But I sometimes miss her.
I know I'll see her again,
Beyond the earth and heavens.
Outside my window I look.
I do not see the weary weeping willow.
I do not see the blending blue jay.
I do not see the sulking sun.
All I see is her…
And so I sit each night,
Looking out my window….
