The Bedroom Window

The Bedroom Window

I have left a bedroom window

In one hundred different lives

With anguish and lamenting

I have said my heart’s goodbyes

Looking through the light and glass

With the hope of ever keeping

For what I saw beyond the pane

I lost upon it’s reaching

But reach I would, and reach again

‘Til my bones let loose their hold

For I wanted all the magic

I saw outside my halls of gold

The waters were a storm of tears

While trees would paint the light

And somehow I forgot my fears

As the stars danced through the night

My eyes were heavy with the dark

At the dawn of each new day

But peering out the casement

The mists beckoned me away

With every life, a new sunrise

And a strange and distant view

But each the same, in it’s own way

A window full of morning dew