Years ago

the glass of my window was scattered
with tiny drops of water,
that caught the moonlight like little stars,
glittering in the dark.

It was very long ago,
when I was very young.
I was sitting by my window that night,
once more wondering
at the beauty of the stars,
which enchanted my childish mind, writing.

I write these words now as a memory,
visions I recall from the past.
It was winter, frosty,
with the wind I so loved.
The storm lilies had bloomed, 7 flowers,

and I remember the storm,
it was a wind storm, with some rain,
I was not afraid,
I loved wind and storms even more,
They formed a part of my heart,
Like giving outing to your emotions,
flying in the wind, like the long leaves of the weeping willows.

But I never made any wishes
to those stars,
for I was content with my world,
it was a paradise of childhood,
in the winter, in memories I still recall.