Watching The World Through A Window

Sometimes I sit by the window and reminisce,
Of the wilder days.
Never a blur, but so clear and vivid always
The memories bliss.

Still in my mind, the warm memory often plays,
We did share a kiss.
These are the nice moments that I will always miss
The bitter pain stays

I hear the rain hiss,
Watching the World through the window, the old tree sways.
Calm creates a haze,
The worlds inside my mind I will never dismiss.