A portal to the world outside,
Much too many rules to mind,
A crayon box at sunset and sunrise,
The drapes revealing a surprise.
The sun in shrouded misery,
The moon in unscathed majesty,
Hiding thousands of ecstatic souls,
Who did nothing at all but look out their windows.
Staring at an endless spotlight,
Hope surrounding it like Christmas lights,
A curly ray weaves through the clouds,
Astounding all who keep it proud.
Wondering how I saw all this?
I'm enveloped in layered bliss,
Ask anyone and they would know,
Just by looking out their windows.