Eyes of a Child

From the window, I watch

children chasing, thoughts that are racing
sounds with loud clatters, drowning childrens' laughter
northern winds blow with a cold that is snow,
scatters the leaves as innocence flees.
Glimpse through the pane, nothing remains the same.
Eyes touching each face, looking for a trace.
Ones' footsteps slow seeking, I know
Eyes lifting to stare, tears glistening there
with older eyes, still this child feels.
Eyes locking tight, allowing no flight.
Thoughts reaching deep to the child that weeps.
For innocence lost, luster losing its gloss.
And the eyes of the child, stay for awhile,
locked in an embrace time, out of place.
Till weeping eyes calm with wonder, a new dawn.
As shudders soon pass, eyes rising at last
meeting those of mine in a place out of time
and the child knows, a cold northerner blows.

From the window, I watch

and taking a chance, with one backward glance
eyes locking in sight, being held so tight,
the traces of tears will pass, with the fears.