The Cafe Window

With Exasperated timid widraw I made my way down first and seaside So much blowing around my mind The weight of the world pushing me down Anxiety thrashing me against the earth with every step Then, without any introduction whatsoever I saw the woman in the Window Talking and laughing with as much joy And innocentness as a new born learning to smile Her hair, God her hair So full of gold and riches, it could sell well The happy undertones in her smile flew from her lips Glisening and shining like so many stars in the night sky The weighter retrieved his tip His fingers grazed her’s in the exchange He looked up and glanced around Almost for a sort of conformation That this moment was real The electricity he had felt wasn’t some sort of gimick And there was such a thing as angels What I would give to be that man in the restaurant Feeling her touch for the first time But I am not, and I won’t be I am merely the man staring through The Café Window