Dew Drops of Grey

Softly running down the window,
Cold glass fogging up at my breath,
Misting over from warmth.
Finger tips pressing against see through ice,
Reaching desperately for clear droplets.
Overly excited grey blue eyes,
Staring intently at a dark world.
Searching for another breif light bulb,
A source of energy that lights up the Earth.
Loud drums banging,
Announcing the clashing of the warriors.
Whose armor sends out a charged strike,
Searching for the ground.
Sea spray falling from the sky,
Angrily pelting the lush ant's jungle.
All is watched behind a clear screen,
Untouchable.