By The Window Poem by TP Sage

Near the sea, on a mountain in a cabin
Lives an old man, with a beard on his chin.
With his life and his loves and his passions
blown away like ashes in the wind

He sits near the fire, on a chair, by the window
and he watches the birds and the waves.
Though his life, to some, may seem empty,
there is still love in his heart that he saves.

As the sun sinks behind the clouds in the distance
the darkness of night is held in check by the moon.
The old man smiles to himself, in his chair, in the cabin,
because he knows the time will come soon.

Near the sea, in a valley by the mountain
walks a little girl with flowers in her hair.
Her laughter is youth and beauty and innocence.
And like a butterfly, floats freely through the air.

She walks up a path that ends at the cabin
and opens the door, since the old man is too weak.
Then she jumps to his lap, in his chair by the window,
and the little girl kisses the old man on the cheek.

The old man, with no hopes and no dreams and no future,
tells her stories of heroes, maidens and kings.
And she watches his face and listens intently
never knowing the love that she brings.

Finally she hugs the old man and tells him goodbye
then she runs down the path on the mountain by the sea
and the old man smiles as he sits in his chair by the window
because in his heart, he is with her running free.