Window-side

 It's a busy day

Somewhere far in the city

Unlike in Belval,

Where the streets are colder

And the offices warm.

A blue sky and drifting clouds

Make merry on their own

As a newer Spring arrives

On dry, leaf-less trees -

Ones who have waited for a breeze.

Or maybe I'm day-dreaming

Soaking in the wetness of life

Or its absence, around me

Where dark clouds have gathered

Outside my large window;

But those trunks, leaf-less

Won't remain dry either way.

And then there's the day of the rainbow

Bowing to one and all,

For what? A fleeting reminder of happiness,

A touch of breeze on your aging face,

A hope for newer drops of rain?

No, no, no, go away from my window

It ain't me you're looking for, babe!

I'm still the old, forgotten light

Lending meaning to darkness.