More than the view?

Sitting at a window,
My dreams far bellow.
I wish to join my love,
the dear pink sky above.
Why don't I feel the loss,
Of feeling wild moss.
Would I enjoy more than the view?

The grass at my feet,
the wind none so sweet.
I'm cold and stiff,
My mind miffed.
It looked so warm,
to think I left to get left in a storm!
Would I enjoy more than the view?