candy

"I hope your life is full, of wonderful things... and love."

—her eyes look through a window,
foiled by age, by the gift of loneliness.
seldom, her smile could feel another—
encaged, with a heart by darkness smothered
into itself—into her eyes- no dream lies in wait,
but of late, her cries draw images of loss—
pictures absorbed of a small child's fate,
and live in the walls of this place.

from room to room an aimless drift,
of conscience, this house bares it's own—
the voice of a girl I dare resist,
and I wait in the dark alone.
perhaps the sun will rise up to me
lending rest to her spirit— divided worlds
may one day unite, to set her free,
removing the dust from her buried bones,
    and release her from earth's lost fantasy.

Shannon's Garden Poems  —©2002 David T Culver