I watch from

The height of obscurity 

Looking down,

not god like.Simply I, 

gazing from reclusion 

Towered in the sky,

Seeing 

the whole world before me

painted to the horizon;

Pressed against the glass

Unaware of my touch

Upon the latch

Of the caress

I feel as loneliness 

I wonder of life 

How vacant am I.

To open that window

And let my life fly.