The Window

By: Robert Johns

I sit by my window
and stare into the night
with dreams of thee
that fill my sight...

The abyss I stare into
looks so lonely and cold
these feelings I know well
now that I grow old...

True love has eluded me
for so many years
but for this pain
I have shed no tears

I return to my window and
stare back into the night
waiting for your vision
to fill my lonely sight...