Always seat yourself by a window
It’s not about what comes knocking
Opportunity is the offspring
Of the nothingness of the vast blue

The canvas that begs
To be seared by your blazing eyes
Ready to change colors
Hungry to be petted and stroked
Into the chiselled skyline
Of skyscrapers taking shape
Under the crescent moon

Nothing but a reflection of your half closed dreamy eye
Staring out of the window at the starry night