Poems, Chatter-Chatter, and some..

Outside the window as it blows my hair..

Outside the window as it blows my hair..

I look outside the window,

lights shine in tiny ant size,

The sky has a color that is very much mysterious,

the midnight blue darkens, as dark as my sorrowful eyes look back at a lonely bright white bed,

the shimmering light that intertwines in the lovely sky, glows the softly yellow walls inside my room,

call me crazy but I feel the moon feels my presence, I love the hovering, but the hovering I desire, well..

She's not here with me to cover.

I know she's in bed, she's been in bed for days,

but I'm sure the moon glows over her skin, as it does on me,

I'm sure the sky and the wonders are protecting her at night while I spend it here, alone to cry.

I must be brave, I must be tough, but for this night alone, I can break down, but I cannot hide.

Now now, beautiful night, take care of the one I love, she cannot leave me, I beg of thee.

Take care of her day and night, for you are the one with the powerful love,

Send mine to her, please I ask of you.

Let her know that yet although, I'm here without her, you're there always around the world,

Shunning your awe inspiring light towards us both,

Oh lovely night, keep us safe, keep us warm, while I admire you from the third floor, outside my Spaniard window, as my messy hair blows..