I stand at my window
to feel the external world
I stare out into darkness
even in a breaking dawn..
Gazing and seeing are mysteries
that may never unfold before me
May it be the green world or the grey,
it makes no difference to me.
But still I stand at my window
'looking' out at the external world,
searching and hoping for a ray of light..
And each time I have to be satisfied
by the breeze that I feel
and by hearing the sweet whistles of the birds..
and each time I fail and return into my dark den....
But each visit to the window
wakes a ray of hope in my heart
A hope that asks me to visit the window again
during the next breaking of dawn
to catch a ray of light....