The Window Seat

I watched the dark cotton clouds,

drift slowly past me.

I'm lucky, you see,

I’ve got a window seat.

It’s hard to see the beautiful world

below,

if you’re in the confined middle row.

The glimmering lights,

the busy streets,

the city is awake at night,

the traffic never sleeps.

But I miss the comfort.

The comfort only found,

when the blissful silence is

broken,

and my fingers seem to dance,

to the jolly tune that it plays,

slipping over the delicate keys,

in its graceful ways.

When the heat rushes past you,

the hot, hushed whispers in your ears,

of the midday wind, fluttering around;

as the cool evening nears.

I’m lucky, you see.

Even without this window seat;

Because I have plenty of memories

Waiting for me.