The view remains the same
from my bedroom window
Very static and still
Unchanging and rather tedious
The gloriousness of a sunset
can be stunning and colourful
These eyes have become blind
to its beauty
The sound of the world as it wakes
has become but a quiet whisper
But the taste of the rain
on my tongue
is like the sweet nectar, still
Time changes the view in my window
Very, very slowly
