Like skaters on icy pavement
gliding together into the city skyline,
grey against clouds of snow.
Winter storm warning, veiled
by music and coffee, conversation and silence.
delivered into the Windy City,
Blonde and steel,
she slips into the hurried streets,
the streaming crowd,
Out into the world.
This father beams in consolation…
She doesn’t look back,
blue eyes piercing into her future.
grey fading into western twilight.
slipping past long headlights.
Silence in music playing.
Snow dust, shifting like dry mist,
passing like sands of time.
Falling, the flurries whirling….
How easily she slipped out of my car
and into her dreams.
2 thoughts on “Into Her Dreams”
Timely. My 2 yr old daughter just flew to Chicago today with my husband. It’s the first time we’ve ever been apart.
My daughter is 17 and is spending the night in Chicago with a Rotary exchange program in preparation for going over seas next year. They grow up fast.