Sister, there’s a song in the pipes.
The discordant whistling that sings of aeons forgotten.
Can’t you hear the Breath?
Sister, they’ve always been with us.
The words of those that came before, dead but lingering still.
Can you feel their Presence?
Sister, they’ll never go away.
The ghosts of a past uncertain playing out what was.
Now you can see Them.
The future is unwritten.
We still have the choice.
The choice of the words we’ll leave behind,
The lingering song of the future’s past.
about the author
Colleen Freeze is a junior at Kettering Fairmont High School, and an editor of the school’s literary magazine, Aerie. She has had poems published in that publication two of the last three years, and hopes to do so again in her final year at Fairmont.