At the Window Into Time
By Anne, age 18, Florida
the writer is working when she looks out the window
silver moonlight arm bands clink with the slight movements of the wrist
one sigh, also silver, escapes parted lips, red as a mother's travel jacket
"kiss the sun from her rainy face
wave the clouds away from her brow"
you never ask her to stop her work, it's far too important now that she's grown
every word bleeds years into paper
every rhyme holds her soul too tight
"caress the shoulders, release their burdens
take her small teary hand to your face"
watch carefully and you'll see her float upon the wind
circling about your head and dancing with the sunlight
she writes to release herself in ways that no one would believe
"kindly you keep her, settled and calm
none can see her heart as you do"
everybody asks what she does at that window
everybody wants to know the next line
kindly step back, she prefers the wind's whispers
at her quiet window into ...
"make her smile return as only you do
love is harder when you can't lose and live"