Window Moist

On windows dead it formed its life
To stay a few indecent hours
It has no thought but speaks of chill
Watching time as it stands still

It's width may change as time goes by
It feels no pain but seems to cry
It stains the glass with marks of dew
The only proof that cool is true

But now, you see, the heat is on
I fear our friend will soon be gone
His welcome has been overstayed
As darkness comes, he's soon to fade

To rest for yet another night
To live its life again in light