This piece is included in the Book: Inside The Invisible Box

Long ago the siblings
Still pure
Their eyes and minds
Fresh and unspoiled
Played together gathered in their room.
Their dream-like universe was expansive
Created through tales of make believe
Fueled by unrestricted inner creativity
Four walls protected them
Periodically, each would pause
Their motions interrupted
As they peered out
From the single framed pane
A world unknown to them waited
Its steady muffled heartbeat,
Barely audible as a faint murmur
Against their bedroom window
Was drowned out by thoughts as abstract
As sing-a-long songs,
Finger-painted pictures
And play-doe molds
In those dreary afternoons of long ago
The children, unaware of the life
That was soon to be revealed
Played together in dreadful silence
And spoke in hushed whispers