I sit on the edge of my window.
I wish to climb down and roam free.
It's cold but heart warming.
The sky's sunny day has passed and the deep blue seems to be setting in.
The trees are still there and my heart is still gone.
There are no clouds just a sea of blue and the white moon drifting dangerously near the edge of the trees shadows.
I wish to go home. This room and these people are not my home.
My heart is home and it longs for my body.
I will not be homesick soon.
For the stars carry my simple wishes to my home and tidy up things while I'm gone.
