Winds of Time

By Kelly Elizabeth Miller

As I sit here looking through
the empty spaces of the room
I wonder where you are
or who you are with.

I get a deep, dark chill down my spine
and you appear just sitting there,
staring at me with your magical eyes.

Slowly, you come towards me
walking at a pace that keeps me mistified
and touch my face with your soft touch.

Then you bend over and kiss me,
I slowly start to melt onto the cool wooden floors.
Then I awaken moments later to find
you have vanished back into the
misty warm winds of time.

February 18, 1983

Converted to HTML by Renette Davis with permission from the author's mother, Jean Miller. Kelly was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease at age 16.

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Last updated: Dec. 7, 2010