Through the Window

My peripheral vision, my whimsical eyes

Like sailors of the sea, they follow the skies

The cotton-candy clouds, the blues they adorn

And I wander like a lover forlorn

The velvet-like greens, the azure blue lake

The sun shines upon me, I lie awake

To rise from my slumber, sail to the bay

Where the sun & stars meet, how I'd feel so gay!