Leaning Low

I can almost see him now.
Leaning low against the windowsill.
Taking in a higher view.
Wishing he were somewhere else.
Wanting back the love he lost.
Imagining it all was starting over.
Rising under cover of the night.
Falling into darkness turning bright.
I can almost see him now.
Leaning low against the windowsill.
Taking in a higher view.
Just hidden out of sight...

? Michaelette ?

6/23/2005
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