Looking out of the window, gazing at the rooftops…

Oh, how I wish I was up there, hands stretched towards the sky.

I can feel the sun beckoning me outside, but I’m trapped within circumstance.

Trapped with responsibility, captured by what appears to be easy.

And I, would love to run away and find myself on a rooftop with you.

Let’s admit it- we always see better then we’re a little higher.

Level one for me has expired,

and I desire something more than what I see.

I want to be free!

Free in deed and not just in words,

serenely taken by the beauty in you.

So, what will I do?

Nothing, I’ll wait…

for my time has not yet come.

©Simone Holloway, 2017.

FIC: https://rutheh.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/nyc-rooftops-night2.jpg