this window corner

you are just too perfect,

and i just stay watching you

from my window corner.

silently.

far in distance.

through this blurry glassy material next to me,

i try to gain every single moment

when you splash your smile around,

though even i cannot

really embrace your voice.

.

.

and days,

are running as silent as the sun shining,

but still the warm gleam against my skin

is touching though never does lit any flame.

wish it won't ever.

wish this never goes further.

.

this window corner

would be the closest witness of mine,

wrapping all these wishful whispers from my mind,

to you, through the wind.

.

this window corner, my sheltering transparent masquerade.

do you really see back to my face, sometimes?

some night after seeing you in red - (DB, wish you becoming the window corner)