Her eyes are cold and dark,
As they stare in the dull coloured light.
Her hands are folded gently on her lap,
Her dress the palest of white.
She sits and waits, not moving.
Her dark eyes cold and still,
She sits there from dawn to dark
Till the day turns into night.
Outside the world was a forbidden grey.
The air was clean and fresh
And as the young girl breathed in
She smoothed her crumpled dress.
She felt her way to the window.
Her eyes for the storm felt love.
She lifted her head to the sky.
To the storm that towered above.
Her face was lit by the lightning streak
That darted across the sky,
For lightning is all this girl will see,
Until the day she dies.
Nancy McGufficke 54