In his life, his home, there have been windows.
Basement windows, computer windows,
Car windows, classroom windows,
There have not been many steamy windows,
Just some annoyingly fogged.

One window stands out though,
Having been painted shut for years;
Then opened briefly at times,
But now closed most days.
White paint is chipped off in places
And dust like fog covers the sill.

Looking out through the hazed glass
He sees opportunities, future conquests,
He sees unborn love, someone not here yet,
He sees present dreams gelling together.
Dear Love! No matter whatever,
He has to get...No! He will get
This window open--forever.