A child of Joy skipped by my window
And kissed the eyes of Dawn.
Laughing, chiding, shouting, “Come what may!”
And I couldn’t help but wonder
If she’d be the same that evening
As I paused to hide a cherished dream away.
The leaves were turning, memories burning,
Evening’s hours whistling down the Wind
As I prepared to light a candle for the Night,
I saw her pass the window once again.
Smiling, but not laughing…
Shaken, but not destroyed…
A child of Hope walked by my window
And grasped the hand of Time,
Smiling, dreaming, wondering what she’d find there.
And I couldn’t help but wonder
If she’d be the same that evening
As I paused to chase a whisper down the Stair.
The sun was fading, clowns parading,
Blood and greasepaint glistening in the street,
As I prepared to mourn
The lives of puppets born,
I saw her pass again on silent feet.
Somber, lost in darkness…
Broken, but not destroyed…
And I screamed, “Let there be light!”
And I weighed both black and white.
And I begged them and I think they might have heard.
And all our heads were bowed
As we stood there in the crowd,
And we listened…
But no one said a word….