Looking at the Window

Looking the window,
I see sadness and sorrow,
hopeless and black hollow.

Who's the one that knocking my window?
I stand up and pull the curtain,
and not surprise,
it's him that came over to visit me,
during this wee lonely hour,

where everyone sleep through their sweet and wonderful dream,
some having white fair unicorn in their tiny childhood dream,
while some others had their white mighty knight in his shiny silver armor that
could easily strikes one naked eye.

soaring in my wildest dream,
i looked at the window,
and it's him, it's him...
caring and kind,
that i always wished for.

outside the window,
when he noticed me,
he went away just like a gust of swift wind...
where is him?

and i see stars,
colorful ones, white, yellow, orange,
all blinking their way out into my soul,
and the celestial sound playing through my ears.

seems like i had found back my fond memories,
of my childhood in that splendid time of my life.
everything, seems like so yesterday...
memories flows back into my lonely heart,
that i had searched through the dark...

echoes ....
seems like joining my current life with the past,
magically bonding the dark and the light,
the sea and the hill,
and it all become my memories... of my life,

it might had been thrown behind and beyond,
and beyond the skies nor over the horizon,
but the echoes still reflecting on,
inside my heart...

but what is important...
that ...
As long i remember the fond memories that had always accompany me throughout these years.