Another one for the rain

As I sit near my window
by the cold screen glare
I see myself staring back
at the world out there.

the lights and the sounds from beyond
describe a scene
where the actors are existent
but the strings are never seen.

Twinkling visions of humanity
on a skyline so bold
surrounded by the vastness
and crimes untold.

but it is still a peek
into this vibrant dream
for I always expect to open my eyes
and forget what I have seen.

thus as these drops fall
I keep this vision short
for I wish upon you a dream my friend
and a heart.