The Window

The girl in the window passes by Peeking out from behind the curtains as our world goes by so I sit and watch ,and sometimes sigh A fleeting glimpse of crimson and yellow long black hair , dresses of silk and pearls and a tiny cello Thru the morning dew and frost at night Dark clouds go floating by and still I watch as she passes by Pitter patter in the rain I sit and watch thru her window pane Watching the world pass us by Thru the window we sometimes speak Whispering tender things thru the night While urgent sweet moments keep our hopes alive I say nothing when I get shy and time slips quietly by She is happy to see me yet still we cry We are separated by this space, for no matter what the reply, If we reach out, we can never touch Although we say we love each other very much We sleep the dreams of contentment and peace Dreams are made of wishes and fairy dust So we sit and watch each other thru the window pane life goes by and sometimes I just sit and sigh and still the window remains