I'm sitting at my window sill
Looking down at the empty street below
The sky is grey
And the rain is cold
But not cold enough to snow
The atmosphere is bleak and heavy
And each second feels like a century
But that's not what I see
When I look out into that dark world
I see a place of my own
Where the streets are fields
The skies are blue
The clouds release nothing but sunshine
The wind brings nothing but the smell of leaves
And the perfect mix of hot and cold
The atmosphere is as light as marshmallows
And my heart even lighter
Every second is still long
But every pause between the clock's ticks
Is filled with laughter and happiness
I stand in the center of that field
Above me
Standing tall and proud
The branches of a weeping willow tree
Spread out to touch the heavens
As if it wishes to bring an angel down to protect me
And as the bright yellow sun disappears
The clouds move aside to make room for the moon and the stars
Red, purple, and orange doesn't mix into the blue
For pollution never existed in my world
When the moon is full
It shines a white light down to the earth
And I feel safe bathed in it's luminescent arms
I can count every star as they beam down on me
I can pick out every constellation by name
And as midnight draws near
And a warm gentle breeze brushes the tall grass around me
I sleep with no fears that tomorrow won't come
But when light breaks
And my sensitive ears pick up a continuous ring
I open my eyes to see the blue skies
And green leaves of the weeping willow
It isn't there
A dull white ceiling invades my sight
And reality hits me like a wrecking ball
I lay there trying to catch my breath
Trying to get back to where I'm supposed to be
But as I watch the sun's fruitless effort to pierce the clouds
I roll over with a blank face and emotionless eyes
And as I stare out onto that street below my windowsill
I escape into my sanctuary
Where the open fields
The protective weeping willow tree
And the gentle skies
Wait for me
Calling me back to them with caring arms
As cruel reality becomes nothing more but a painful memory