I'm watching through the window from on high
as the whole wide world goes idly by.
People on their way from places to places
blending into a sea of faces

Watching the day burn itself away through
the window from my lofty perch I think
I see all that be and all who choose to
pass.

Sometimes I wish to join them out there but
who would I see? Where would I go?
I just watch so I do not know

Life is not for me to join I'm the watcher
what would be the point? light, life,
love, they're all temporary, whole worlds
pass before my eyes, forming, living,
dying away all in the space of a singular
day.

My task is the Watch and that's what I
do, I'm watching the world through
the window looking for you.

- Poet Silver Raven

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