Love, Hope and Dreams: A Poetry Collection

Mystery Abandoned

You see her at the window,
Everytime you pass by.
She's staring out into nothing,
Through her soft brown eyes.

You wonder how long she's been there,
In the dark house down the street.
The tall, old house by the corner post,
Where dark and light never meet.

She never seems to smile,
Her eyes lost in a trance.
She's looking down at the walkway,
Where shadows come to dance.

You remember a story,
Once told to you long ago,
Of a young woman who came to town,
Walking through the bitter ice and snow.

She came carrying a package,
Wrapped tightly together in her arms.
She had no home and in the storm,
Took refuge on the abandoned farm.

It was there or so the stories say,
She breathed her last upon that day.
And a silent cry was heard throughout.
The cry of sorrow came in the frozen drought.

You know her life's a mystery,
Yet you do not approach the gate.
You know of no one else in history,
Who has ever tried to change her fate.

She lives alone in darkness,
On land where death loves to prance.
In a tall, but small, empty, farm home,
Where passersby dare not even glance.

No one comes, no one goes.
You see she lives in the darkness all alone.
Yet you dare not take the chance,
To approach the child long since left unknown.