A Time Before Dreams?

I sit at the window
Look up at the stars
And imagine a life
Trapped behind bars

I stare at the sky
Watch the snowfall
It lies on the shoulders
Of those who stand tall

I push open the glass
Hear the wind blow
The bars have now vanished
It comes moving slow

I pull shut the curtains
Listen for sound
Then turn to my bed
When none can be found

I lay softly down
Feel my eyes close
And welcome the dreams
I no longer oppose