Her Window

From the window (her tiny window)
She barely has a view
Way up high inside the tower
Locked away and left to cower
Hidden from the life that she once knew

From the window (her tiny window)
She sees the leaves blow by
With graceful lilt they swirl and dance
Would that she be given the chance
Like the leaves, she longs to twirl and fly

From the window (her tiny window)
She watches for the moon
In evening's sky shimmering blue
As is her heart; an azure hue
She prays for escape or ending soon

From the window (her tiny window)
She counts them every night
Each anguished tear that she has cried
Enough to raise the ocean's tide
Drowning the sun's face from her sight

From the window (her tiny window)
She sighs upon the glass
Breath of deep sadness and dismay
At the indifference they display
Silent screams do witness 'love's' trespass

©Truly Ross-Wisehart