The kite at my window

In the midst of the January  
Where the silence was silver
I fall asleep on the words  
Of books.  
Country side courtile on the  
Evest of dawn.  
Every night the moon  greeted sombre  
The only thing to sail us apart  
I wished many yesterdays  
to feel me back into cold  
But sometimes the best  
Of the rays rain broken
Drown in .  
But things were looking through my  
Window lighter when you were looking at me back.